My soul is cold
On the downfeather of gold
They say that folk caint be bought
I cant roll over and play dead
Even though you pissed a hole in my not yet
Warmed grave
The funeral you planned was an unmanned casket ruined
And exposed the holes in your basket cased painkiller laced
Soul that I kept together and wept in weather
Not worth weeping over
Seeping over with Supernova
Hot with separation
My sickening deadication to you was maddening
Harrowed with sorrow I tried to follow your hollow bones
Into your personal zone of hell
Into which I fell from grace
Space : the end of my kind
I find myself wondering who the hell gave me the right to
Burn away three years on bullshit
Fit to be tied tried and judged I still wouldn’t budge
From the life sucking sludge that was you
But im redempt Yes? Relit on a new GodHot fuse
On the refuse to die hard like I die
I fly on the fuel that you defecated on my prostrated being
And my how my soul sings
Seeing now I was fool but now Im knew
With the replacement you would be incorrect to say
You were merely a delay in my happiness
Chay2012
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