In Me it is Dark and Warm

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In Me it is Dark and Warm

Submitted: August 06, 2017

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In Me it is Dark and Warm

You see hatred
You speak hatred
Sit on your tobacco rouge
Sipping on a gun so blue
We’ll get naked
Kill or bruise
Maybe even make the news
No one taught you to spit
So you always swallow far too much
Your mind is so elegant
Like Hemlock
A beautifully flawed design
And so refined
Red with life
Gripping mine with knuckles white
I could tell a thousand lies
I could take a thousand lives
Fill him with a thousand knives
Drown his kids
And rape his wife
Steal his dog
His money is gone
His body is gone
The hole I dug is gone
My stress is gone
My desk is gone
Sometimes it just gets so hard
But now my erection is gone
My day is gone
It went out for the weekend
To the bottom of the big pond
In me it is dark and warm
In me it is dark and warm
In me it is dark and warm
Your mind is so elegant
A beautifully flawed design
Something illusory
Like Hemlock
Lick the tracks
Slap me again
Wasted on them
Wasting the men
Waste of a women
Pasty and dead
I think we were all the same
No, I don’t
Always could
Still I won’t
I will not give the gift of my hatred
Not to anything
But I know where you live
Tell it to me slowly
With your lips so cracked and worn
In me it is dark and warm
In me it is dark and warm
In me it is dark and warm
Seriously?
Yes.
With all sincere sincerity
They may need some clearer clarity
There’s so much to love
But thats just no fun
I need it like I need a finger
To chew to the nub
Only hate makes them listen
Only hate makes you come
A simple thing to master hate
So easy to perpetuate
Let me be your outlet for comments
But spare them
Spare your world
Talk to me through a gun
Say anything you want
Give me all your poison
I don’t mind
I drink it for fun
Hide in their desire to defile you
Tear off your clothes
Web on your nodes
Spill themselves on you
And melt on your bones
Empty your bowels straight down my throat
Cover me with the waste
Until only bile remains
Covered in stains
Disguise them as chains
I speak up with
Still so little to say
A melody hog-tied
Cooking their brains
But if we sat down
Then something could change
So let’s never speak and keep it this way
dark and warm
dark and warm
dark and warm

 

 


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