oh what a beautiful time to be dead it is
to walk amongst the theatrics of absurdity
to deep inhale four counts for nothing
when none of your bloods still pumping.
oh, please!
start my stilled heart before my brain fa
lls apart.
i can’t help but think what a lovely night it is
to lay here inside a body just coffin-sized
to exhale eight beats before you’ve forgotten
what a beautiful time it is to be rotten.
so please
take my brain ap
art before they start my heart.
May 3, 2023
May 3, 2023 at 6:21 PM UTC
oh what a beautiful time to be dead it is
to walk amongst the theatrics of absurdity
to deep inhale four counts for nothing
when none of your bloods still pumping.
oh, please!
start my stilled heart before my brain fa
lls apart.
i can’t help but think what a lovely night it is
to lay here inside a body just coffin-sized
to exhale eight beats before you’ve forgotten
what a beautiful time it is to be rotten.
so please
take my brain ap
art before they start my heart.
10-22-22
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