Cut The Chords Of Cinnamon. Poem by Jacob Wentz

Festering tongue only made of cinnamon.
Sickly sweet chords horribly sung like poison.
Thinking that I'm just innocent naïve and a simpleton.

You glued yourself to me like a diabetic to insulin.
A lying heart faked manipulative passion.
Disgusting money grabber corrupt beggarmen.

Faded Like a withered out sienna chameleon.
with a face laced stitched and covered in ribbon.
my wishes would come true you'll be choking on an infection.

act so sweet to hide your greed and Intention.
All while Judging me for my roots of pagan.
As the ashes spit out of your lying cremation

I don't need you anymore your hazel inflection.
Doesn't affect me anymore you disgusting glutton.
I hope your pumpkin skin rots a worthy condition.

Now I'm tired and done and leaving you in abandon.
I hope I can jail you and land you in prison.
Your mouth has shut with your theremin.
Chords are being ignored now a new invention.