Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Today, the mosquitoes feasted upon my blood but tomorrow, it's the maggots that will have my flesh
The shadows.
Black blooded fiends
Licking thier way up
And down the walls,
Festering thoughts
Never to be turned
Into actions.
"Come into death."
They beg. They plead. They promise. They LIED!!!
The shadows bleed
Black shades of footsteps
And melt down
Forgotten corners into
Piles of slop,
Lying in wait,
Marked with slaughter
And preparing to
Feed me to the
Plethora of black
Insects, swarming above
My head.
They're biting
And nipping and
Sucking
Free samples of
My withering body.
Hours, mere iota's
Separate me from
Something shallow and
Not unlike a grave
Except, most people
Are dead when they're
Thrown into a six foot hole.
I am still writhing
When they come to
Cover me with dirt.
June 22, 2007
Suge
Black blooded fiends
Licking thier way up
And down the walls,
Festering thoughts
Never to be turned
Into actions.
"Come into death."
They beg. They plead. They promise. They LIED!!!
The shadows bleed
Black shades of footsteps
And melt down
Forgotten corners into
Piles of slop,
Lying in wait,
Marked with slaughter
And preparing to
Feed me to the
Plethora of black
Insects, swarming above
My head.
They're biting
And nipping and
Sucking
Free samples of
My withering body.
Hours, mere iota's
Separate me from
Something shallow and
Not unlike a grave
Except, most people
Are dead when they're
Thrown into a six foot hole.
I am still writhing
When they come to
Cover me with dirt.
June 22, 2007
Suge
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Today, the mosquitoes feasted upon my blood but tomorrow, it`s the maggots that will have my flesh
Today, the mosquitoes feasted upon my blood but tomorrow, it`s the maggots that will have my flesh
