How would my chest feel if it caved in on itself?
The sheer overwhelming feeling of falling,
stomach lifting into my ribcage, lungs into my mouth
How would it feel if it all came out at once,
If I enveloped myself, starting at the throat
I’d get such a sick pleasure
knowing that the blood in my veins rushed to my ears as I ran my hands through my scalp and have them land on my throat
I don’t want to breathe,
I want to be light headed and miles away from a betraying body
A pipe to run through the top of my hip bone,
run a fishing wire through it to catch the cares I once gave
I want a pile of bricks to smother the bones below my breast
Cut my spine clean in half and
I’ll marvel at the sky above me and
I’d never move from that spot
Leave me to stare and stare at a sky that’s as unforgiving as the passage of time
Letting my skin turn to leather and my blood to rust
I’d smile as grass grew through the holes in my ribcage
I’m part of something larger than I am,
a body that experiences death in its own time–
What an adventure it is to rot as I live!
I can’t make it stop
You can’t take away the pain
I want it to stop
But it keeps clawing at my heart
It keeps raging in my mind
It keeps rotting in my veins
I let the drugs take away the pain
Nicotine flows through my veins
And I escape.
make your grave
the lap on my thighs...
your open casket coffin
calls for the nip of your
soft rotting flesh
on its skin
if i have to hold you
while fleeting, decaying
losing yourself alive...
i'd rather be mother death
forever still watching over you.
S E N D M O A R G A S O L I N E
i need much edge.
thanks i guess.
I have been walking past a dead rotting body for weeks now.
A badgers body perfect looking at first and slowly watching the worms and maggots eat away at the flesh. slowly decaying and rotting and becoming nothing. this is life. this is real. and this is the truth. this is everyone's eventuality. that is our future.
The smell of death was unforgettable, and it makes me wonder why we try so hard when in the end we are just a body that will fade to nothing...
to man underneath my bed
to the voices in my head
to the body in the shower
at the witching hour
to the maggots in rotting flesh
to cuts still fresh
to a mind, almost dead
im not actually that bad, u kno
i didnt infect myself this time though
you passed it to me
through your fistfuls of my hair
through the "i love you's"
all the contradicting lies
my body became weak
and you took hold
of something you knew i had no control
there isnt a cure for this one.
Rooting in the dirt
Gnarled and bitter
Lying under your bridge
When you are gone
No-one will miss your rancid rag
© 2019 MJL
Can you feel the weight
Sagging on your bones
And the dead skin
Carrying your woes
Can you feel the pain
Run through your tears
And the eyes burn
Shining with fear
Can you feel it
Consuming your mind
And your thoughts
No longer holding the monsters inside
I don't know what happened.
I just feel like god
like fire burns in my fingers
and I can rip out your tongue.
she left because I got too
a n g r y
she decided that 'we should not date anymore.'
but now I want to burn the house down and
fall fall fall like
I C A R U S (for her.)
she is the sun; she is apollo
and I am the wax wings
I hit the ground
I AM STILL GOD
The house doesn't burn.
Body is giving up
Feel death knocking everyday
But every breath means you’re alive
To everyone else you’re okay