Showbread
Genre: "Raw Rock"
Note: I'm sorry for the irregular updates lately, but if I miss an update it doesn't indicate that the blog has become inactive. I'm unlikely to cease posting any time soon.
I taste it
I hear the whimpering, the silence then the sigh
The little ugly voice is stifled underneath my body
I feel it kicking in my stomach while it dies
Ask me how dying feels so good
Do you ever wish you’d never been born? Ask me
Do you ever wish you’d never been born? That’s me.
The resonance becomes a fist and numbs my face my teeth my backbone
I’m learning that it gets easy to shut it out
And soon the life comes leaking out it throws in death and dies alone
Tastes like copper losing taste smeared on my mouth
So speak to me my little child
You dying baby
Stooped in ink, fromaldhyde the bubbles pop
Why can’t you grow? I want to know
Am I so far gone? Just writhing in the dirt
I’m lost and going on
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