slice after slice the flesh fades away
almost to the the vein now
all I can do is lay
thoughts run like streams through my brain
twisting within I think I'm going insane
thought after thought death seems easier
covering my body with a numb coat of fur
hearing voices telling me what to say
I'll stay on this hell for another day
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 1:54 PM UTC
slice after slice the flesh fades away
almost to the the vein now
all I can do is lay
thoughts run like streams through my brain
twisting within I think I'm going insane
thought after thought death seems easier
covering my body with a numb coat of fur
hearing voices telling me what to say
I'll stay on this hell for another day
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