Thursday, June 19, 2014

Poem: The Messed Up

A room of corpses inside of my skull
Which isn't your concern
The cat's out the urn
They just want to make me whole
Why is this an issue
if I want to stab their faces,
remove their every traces,
and dump them in deep places?
I believe that you should know
that I stamp you weird, the label
Wrap your neck in fishing cable
Cause you're wrong
Wrap and wrap I sing this song
"I am stable, I am stable
Little dead one I am able"

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