Have you seen the man in the shed?
Putrid flies ***** as they eat at his head.                                        
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He's naked, alone, ******* on the ground
his genitals removed and fed to the hound.

Teeth lay barren amongst torn flesh
the smell of the man is rank but fresh.  
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Eyes, lips and **** sewn shut.
Foul fluids are smeared as they crust like rust.
                          
He tried to crawl away where the path of blood lay but it seems the man has decided to stay.
  
It's hard to believe but I know what I found, I even heard the man make a faint little sound.    
                                                    
S­o I painted his nails red, purple and blue, can we keep him mommy, please tell me it's true!

the lights in your eyes
sent tractor beams into mine
and brought me closer to you
one day after another
for the rest of my time

You wrench the lunch
and the broth slosh-
ing from within my stom-
ach and the sad sorry meal
I picked from the shelves of
an old cold cabinet.

It's shedding season--
a time for growth and flaking
away dry, dead cells.

There will always be times in your life
When you will grab your favorite pillow
And share all your tears with it
Till it gets soaked and yet not got enough of it

You will remind yourself of how
YOU are the root and cause to all problems
But its way to late now
To go back and fix it into one big solution

But once you shed that final tear
And come back to the real world
You will open your eyes
Look at everything around rife
You will eventually find out, this is life.