Pierce not my skin,
Thou lancet of horror,
Which is terribly akin
To the blade of terror;
Touch nay me at all,
You dark being;
Mind, be not on call
At the bay of loony bin;
Mortality's debt is
Paid by death's acquisiton--
It's the end of business,
The final liquidation;
The assets of sanctity
Offset and save as well
Many a toxic liability
Of the soul from hell;
Weak, weary and bored
By unbroken quietus fear.
Life is unassured
By a doctor's gear.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 3:37 AM UTC
Pierce not my skin,
Thou lancet of horror,
Which is terribly akin
To the blade of terror;
Touch nay me at all,
You dark being;
Mind, be not on call
At the bay of loony bin;
Mortality's debt is
Paid by death's acquisiton--
It's the end of business,
The final liquidation;
The assets of sanctity
Offset and save as well
Many a toxic liability
Of the soul from hell;
Weak, weary and bored
By unbroken quietus fear.
Life is unassured
By a doctor's gear.
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