If I were to cut open my chest
And eat my heart
It would taste bitter and sour
And distinctly fermented
With the flavour of age.
I think it would taste delicious.
Like grapes or milk
Meant for wine or cheese.
And looking at the flies on the wastebin,
I wonder,
Is that my destiny?
After all, some lives taste better when withered.
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 4:09 AM UTC
If I were to cut open my chest
And eat my heart
It would taste bitter and sour
And distinctly fermented
With the flavour of age.
I think it would taste delicious.
Like grapes or milk
Meant for wine or cheese.
And looking at the flies on the wastebin,
I wonder,
Is that my destiny?
After all, some lives taste better when withered.
