#rots
Oh, dear poetry of rotten flesh,
Dear wounds of pain,
Selfish restraints,
Find a way into my prose,
Inspire my work with blood.
Dear rusted steel,
Cut me deep,
Let me feel,
How you scrape my skin.
Let the open wounds
Infect with words of lies.
Let them rot from within
And secure them with a glimm.
Let them ooze into a mess,
Make me self obsessed.
Let death be my agony,
Let me rot away in here.
@dumba
Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 1:21 AM UTC