i have stained my skin
it's rosy red
collecting slow, the pool of blood
come dip your proboscis in

but save a little,
just for me
so i can ******* morning tea
so i can dance to one more song
so i can say i love you wrong

sarcos, sarcos
come and play

but don't you ever break a bone

I shrink at your memory
But need I shrink?
In my current state I'm like a worm
Reminiscing on days when I'd chew at leaves
Lush and verdant
Summer eves

Gorgeous girls, the worm remembers
My mandible all over them
Intricate, designed by God
The worm shall shrivel up
And die.

Spotting death
From clear above
But rotting flesh
Can still make love
Black and rank
Just add perfume
Give your thanks
Accept your doom

I am not
As cool as you
I am dead
Still getting through

*******
I don't like you
I don't want you around

I'd rather be alone
I'd rather be alone

I keep a garden of dead and dying roses
It reminds me of the time you died before you got it done

I water the roses of other worlds,
And those of demons
They're luscious and complete
Floating somewhere in my eye

I guess I could have tried
Could have tried to be an artist
But I am just an idiot,
I am just some guy

To know I could have done it
Is my ***** little secret
Dead and dying roses,
Dead and dying eyes.

Black cavities spread across my pink brain matter
Love has lost its dance hall

She gets confused
Finding dead ends in the places she used to streak across
And the owner, Miss Nomer
Feels lost.

I am not your farmer
The fruits I grow are wild
So if you think that you're an angel
And your eyes fall on my yield,

If you judge it to be short
Know my ways are fine and natural
I am not a yeoman
I look more
Like a nomad