Alchemisland

Billy how I slit my chest, split my breast

Opened up like a treasure chest by someone on a loot quest 

Of my best shit divested 

Falling apart like a dunked Digestive 

Have my methods 

Nothing explicit, all suggestive 

Filthy lyrics, jizzing on breasts 

Lean in, listening to the chamber music of her shallow breaths 

Back and fort, petite mort

Ten little deaths, an upsetting accord

Wax setting awkwardly along her spinal cord.