This is where I stand with the brand of scars.
The stars above me are clearly disappearing.
Who am I to knock the block of my walls around
When there is no sound, only screams of pain.
The rain is so cold and I’m just growing
Older and the fire is smoldering lifelessly
Just like me, tossing endlessly, in these, a sea of dreams.
The carcass of my body marked, in disarray
But bae you can stay and lay on me, if you may.
Tell me what’s wrong, sing me that song you loved to sing
But your voice is gone; it wasn’t your choice
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Carcass
There’s this dumpster that I like the looks of. The place is closed on weekends and it’s next to a wooded area. It’s one of those small dumpsters the front loading garbage trucks lift with forks and “throw over their shoulders” to dump empty upside-down. I was thinking that if I hopped into the dumpster and killed myself then no one would need to be upset about finding my carcass.
I seen people toss garbage in there they always toss it over the side and don’t seem to look inside. Plus I figure that if I bring black garbage bags […]
Shut out the darkness with more darkness
Go on, invite Him in
He’ll make you a pretty little carcass
All for your sin.
He won’t feel sorrow
Nor pity, no
He’ll be doin’ the same tomorrow
Just a different city foe.
He’s a very busy man,
Very busy indeed
From this life He’ll ban
You, while he laughs a wordless creed.
So repent your sins little lamb
Or to the slaughter you’ll go
‘Cause he won’t give a damn,
When your tears start to flow.