And what do we call it?

So we think;
"Get the hell out of my heart, you sick fuck!"

Laugh of satisfaction straight into your face
Oh god this horrible breath!
Blows you off the spine like a tornado.

Get out. Make it quick.
But this disgusting creature won't go away.
The more you hate it,
the more place it takes in your already poisoned mind.

And all you see is sharks.
Big dark cobolt blue sharks who swims without a fin and swallows without closing jaws.
Jaws.


Nu ska jag lyssna på Hajen, yeah.