You Fed Poison To My Corpse
Posted June 28, 2008
This world is feeding on my soul.
My veins have turned into pieces of string tying together
deception and disgust.
The rythmic flow of my fragile blood has stopped.
My cold heart has detached itself from my decaying body.
I'll wrap it up in a box
with a bow drenched in my blood.
I tried my best to wear this skin
but all it did was burn my eyes.
Will you gather my bones
and throw them on my grave?
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