Scratch yourself Wonder where the dig begins The alter shape of forms Metaphase to make you stronger Blood and muscle Tenured to be there When youre way past prime And expiration has made You stay longer I wonder and weight Craps upon my skull Makes me think of times When I wasnt so old And wasnt so dull If the me I see In the mirror Decided to emerge And destroyed all I see I might see prison To free me clearer I see all you as tombstones The skeleton laying bare I wouldnt have anxiety then With you decaying there I am a monument to distortion I am a statue to the death From the time I was born You were dirt to the death.
Posted on: Mon, 17 Mar 2014 04:22:22 +0000