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Tear off the top of my head,
Gaze at the bloody mess,A twisted wreck
See the rusty blade stuck in my neck?
Whats next?Stab me with the sharpest verb.


Submitted:Jan 27, 2007    Reads: 48    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


Tear off the top of my head,
Gaze at the bloody mess,A twisted wreck
See the rusty blade stuck in my neck?
Whats next?Stab me with the sharpest verb.
HURT ME! Crush my face against a dusty curb
Grey brain matter spews from my broken nose,
It slowly flows down my throat,I start to gasp & choke,
Lost all hope,Hang me from the higest tree,With the thickest rope,
Leave me till i gass and bloat,Decompose,Snap the rope,
Let the ravens rip skin from my face & gouge my eyes in the midst of hungerfull crys,
Maggots crawl from my ears
As flies attracted by the stink engoy a wonderfull feast,
The sun sits in the east & burns my rotten corpse at over 120 degrees,
When you find me it will be hard to breath,
Sitting in a puddle of my own green feecies,
Diseased meat & bones
Guts spilled out,See my spleen? it shows.




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