death becomes me

May 09, 2005 19:45

this must be what drowning feels like-
each breath asbestos to my lungs.
must be all that hate floating in the air...
wavering words when you whispered you cared-
SUCH BULLSHIT. either that...
or you're just fucking crazy-
this love mixed with blood, now it all seems...
fake, pointless- hazy.
wasn't it enough for you to so abruptly take my life?
did you have to keep slicing my body
with your rusted, jagged knife?
ms. mortician- you cut and killed me.
embalmed me... made me hard and stiff.
if there's a stench, it's just my loyalty-
go on, take a whiff.
cold- kinda heartless, now i'm a lot like you...
dead inside and out- does it burn 'cuz it's true?
i'm just a cadaver now- so empty, i'll tell you this...
you'll be a necrophiliac next time we kiss.

note: don't worry. i was just being emo... how quickly wounds can be mended by the holder of the knife
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