ive corrupted your sweet gift

[squirecervantez]

im thankful for the disgusting things
the things that cloud my mind
the thoughts that run wild
they hinder positive thinking
and leave me to writhe
and bleed
especially bleed

im tired of the run around
i been thinking of breaking my phone
i want to be cut off from civilization
when i feel the need to smash my tumorous appendage
i think if anyone would try to contact me
i bet they wouldnt
they might try a few times
and with no results
would forget completely about me
not a thought would pass their mind
nothing ive ever done adds up to anything

alas
it was so nice to be out in this wind, evermore
aaron believes the wind brings the sickness
and i suppose a southerly wind might
that third world country to our south and all
it surges to the brim
with corroded fingernails
and oil soaked foreheads
but pestilence is all in good fun