Fuckable Furniture

Shipped in a box
In a box
On Wayfair
Shipped in a box
In a box
On Wayfair
Shipped in a box
Shipped in a box
On Wayfair
Shipped in a box
In a box
In a box
To insatiable it was
This vile piece of filth
A choice was made
Can't look back
Something has been sold
A suicidal decent
The price has now been paid
You tried to run
Got off track
Beaten Close to death
Aboard and alive
You try not to cry
The dimensions are tight
You can't hear
Why beg for death
To release thy life
To be bought like this
You were
You were
Shipped in a box
In a box
On Wayfair
Shipped in a box
In a box
On Wayfair
Shipped in a box
Shipped in a box
On Wayfair
Shipped in a box
In a box
In a box
Conjured into to thought
By your bleeding heart
Without a release form
Delivered in full
They came to see them
Covered up inside
A sick dog in a cloth
You wanted
Why was it alone
Broken, beaten, cold
A breathing mongrel
You were
You were
Shipped in a box
In a box
On Wayfair
Shipped in a box
In a box
On Wayfair
Shipped in a box
Shipped in a box
On Wayfair
Shipped in a box
In a box
In a box
What is in a soul
Absolving in the tide
Living for the nothing
That we call a life
I want to return
The empty fragile mind
Ditch and burn
All the evidence
You will not escape before one of us can take
You will not escape before one of us can take
You will not escape before one of us can take
You will not be
You will not escape before one of us can take you
You will not escape before one of us can take you
You will not escape before one of us can take you
You will not be