the special decay
seeps from ragged bone
a new tone
sung from
bleeding throats
so it kills away
the joy
and leaves you empty
of all the love
you can remember
but something lingers
just a small spot
on the surface
of the skin
like cancer
wrapped up
in a bow
a special present
like decay
for you to taste
at the tip of the tongue
and roll around
like wilted shit
it's a sense of heaven
in gilded rot
to ingest
a perfect nothing
to have and hold
in a broken down,
worn out hole
that filters
the filth
in godly ways
like perfect decay
and sunshine
through rotten
sockets
it's just another day
here
on top of the
goddamn world
let the spit wash away
the sin
lick it away to
its very end
where the disease
lives in full
where every sickness
will rule
one day
not too far away
and we can finally
stand on our
own
on battered bones
and wait for
the end to come
screaming
from bleeding throats
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