I be your cadaver and you cut me up.
Have my blood in your hands.
Ya need no forceps just your nails.
Don’t you worry leave my wounds open.
Nobody needs to clean the blood trails.
Let me breathe and Let me fail-
Let me cough and asphyxiate in pain….
Show me the sight of your hell...
O, Baby There's nothing to hide-
You gotta do what you like...
If you want now, you can still put the nail.
If you want now...If you want now...
O O......
Preserve Me Up or Keep Me Slain.
Empty the formalin or let me drain.
And lemme feel the pain again and, again and -
Drain. Me . Till. I . Dryyyy....(X3)
Detain me in the gracious cage and break my bones,
Don’t make me sigh just cut the veins.
Hook me up and I am not gonna complain.
Chain me up and whip my soul.
And rip my eyes off ,
Before you make me watch-
How he makes you moan…
No need to burn my body it’s already coal.
Cause you can burn my body....
But. not . my. souuuuuullllll.....(X3)
Peel my skin off and achieve your exotic leather goals.
Wear the leather boots with my tongue's sole.
Flex the leather purse of my bones.
Keep me dehydrated and get entertained by my dried up soul-
That tries to shed tears but cries in vain.
It's just about to get over...almost over...Just get done with it...
Nothing drives me crazier than staying sane.
Put a bullet into my brain and free me of this entirety of bane.
Just grab my heart and stamp on it with your stilleto, while munching on your burrito .
You just don't have to shovel my pit , you could just dump me in the yard.
And end this cruel facade of happiness.
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Tesselate
PoetryIt's a collection of some unbounded poems which somehow might pattern up to the psyche of different phases of our lives. It's how Q/A soliloquies permutate and combine and conclude subtle life events and their chronology. But the question paradox sh...
