Death At Noon

[sadpenguin]

Red
Thrown out
A mess, A mess
Your face
Blisters
Withering
We all clock in at noon
Broken
Eye up in the clouds
We live like we're dying
We all desire an afterlife
No one wants to die
Crimson
Throw me out
If i were truly wanted
In this life and in the next
i would have been dealt a better hand
Broken
Apologetic
i can smell the fur beneath your nails
Beneath your skin
i can't breathe you in
i purify the months that passed me by
Looking closely
Through a lens
i smell myself
This month was for lovers
This whole year has been for lovers
Yet i dry myself out
i fold myself in
Call it, doctor, call it
Death at noon