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Carcass ****** carcass Was this by my hands alone? I can feel my gums peeling apart And the secretion growing ever fiercer Maybe it’ll happen when I’m in a peaceful slumber The hairs on my arm won’t even prickle up to warn me It’ll be as abrupt as Deaths Abruption I’m not trying to be witty anymore I’ll look into his cold grey eyes And find nothing but white blankets of snow Where no soul has ever walked I won’t be the first No I’ll just sit and remember My belief in what was tangible Sprit breaks apart At first Fierce like a Chinese dragon Only to scamper away Scared Like a small bunny rabbit Don’t take pity **** me before I find myself comfortable White picket fences won’t be able to contain my restless body I’ll find myself leaping through every canyon’s crevice I can find Or I’ll pass my time against Anytown’s alleyway walls Bottle after bottle Empty and obtuse Resting diagonally against my pretzel stick legs No I won’t give a **** I’ll probably never love any human soul I’m stumbling and spiraling and laughing and cursing And through my kaleidoscope all I see is my own empty void Black and eerie and foreboding Coming to aid my crucifixion Love Love Love Love I found it in the sewers Where rats die and **** and **** flow seamlessly
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Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 1:02 PM UTC
Read this at my funeral
Carcass ****** carcass Was this by my hands alone? I can feel my gums peeling apart And the secretion growing ever fiercer Maybe it’ll happen when I’m in a peaceful slumber The hairs on my arm won’t even prickle up to warn me It’ll be as abrupt as Deaths Abruption I’m not trying to be witty anymore I’ll look into his cold grey eyes And find nothing but white blankets of snow Where no soul has ever walked I won’t be the first No I’ll just sit and remember My belief in what was tangible Sprit breaks apart At first Fierce like a Chinese dragon Only to scamper away Scared Like a small bunny rabbit Don’t take pity **** me before I find myself comfortable White picket fences won’t be able to contain my restless body I’ll find myself leaping through every canyon’s crevice I can find Or I’ll pass my time against Anytown’s alleyway walls Bottle after bottle Empty and obtuse Resting diagonally against my pretzel stick legs No I won’t give a **** I’ll probably never love any human soul I’m stumbling and spiraling and laughing and cursing And through my kaleidoscope all I see is my own empty void Black and eerie and foreboding Coming to aid my crucifixion Love Love Love Love I found it in the sewers Where rats die and **** and **** flow seamlessly
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Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 1:02 PM UTC
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