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[deathinburma]

I wrote this one last night. I'm not gonna LJ-cut this one:

'Death in Burma'
By Tim Conley

I explain this one while I write it,
AIDS,
Cancer,
Machine has it all,
Marlene,
Marlene is everything.
I bleed,
Coughing lungs,
Sores pop,
Bursted bubble on my trachea.
I swear to you,
Fuck you,
I swear to you I'll never stop screaming,
I swear to you you'll hear this when you're dead.
I explain this as I write,
I'm fed up,
Pain passage,
He's me,
He's me,
He's inside of me.
Your orgasm is the only thing on my mind.
Are you in pain?
Pain passage,
I just need to blister,
Allow this,
No more creation.
Malaria fucking,
SARS fucking,
Still talking,
I can hear your chatter as you slumber.
I ripped his head off and watched AIDS through his face.
AIDS,
Cancer,
SARS,
Everything for everything,
Betting lives on worlds,
Watching planets eat eachother.
I'm going to tell you what this is about while I write it,
I'm going to tell you what this is about while I write it,
My machine dies,
I live forever.
Where we die,
Where will we die,
Arms like ice-picks,
its so cold in this place.
There's nothing else,
Go home.

I'm not gonna LJ cut any of them anymore. I really liked this one. If you don't like it, too bad. I'm not gonna sensor myself.