How To Lose A Harlot In 10 Days - Song I Wrote
Posted May 12, 2008
I can feel, You under my skin. Your living decay obvious, This helter skelter is coming to an end. Your glass full of poison, I toast to an untimely death. Weeks go by you've been on my mind, Now I clear my conscious. This pain that's felt like forever, Gives me no remorse and all the motive. Things I though where real, Just another lie in this thing called life. You make me fucking sick, Sick desires now are filled. Your pulse begins to slow, A new meaning to send the pain below. Your skin turns a darken purple, Eyes start to roll. I want you to feel my pain, I want this pain inflicted upon others. If you think I'm done, This is far from the end. Fresh skin from a dead pig wraps your body, This tight fitting hide will soon be tighter. Body bound in this wrapped in rope, I watch the pelt dry as it squeezes out everything. Yours eyes pop and your organs putrude, A blood colored shit. This gore colored vomit, Washes the thoughts from my mind. Maybe now i can sleep in peace, Let this be a warning. I will not be fucked over, Now rest in peace. In this shallow grave, And this is how. You lose a harlot in 10 days.
