I’m not feeling too clever today someone shrank my knackers and obscured my true identity I’m out of bed or so I think It’s still dark outside but it’s darker in there’s a hole in my bucket I’m leaking spiritual energy but I’m rid of her and she’s rid of me summer died, she blamed it on me I don’t hold that against her we both know I have it in me you see, it was easy to smile as I lied easier than the taste of fear and shame but it feeds the worm inside and he’s a hungry maggot the guardian of my psyche the one who’s in control here I am fucking, eating, grunting I’m just rotting meat in a garbage can maggots rule my world my maggots have a master plan it’s called metamorphosis on the other side of heaven they’ll have sprouted wings and they’ll be planting eggs in the fertile ground of my decomposing mind
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