Maggot Eyes

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This post is a song about someone still very near to my heart,but there is a complication. as usual, feedback is appreciated. thank you.
for those who are wondering, this is rated R for language, and graphic content. The last "verse" after the last repeat of the chorus is meant to be read as a poem.

Submitted: January 31, 2009

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You want to breathe smoke
I want to bleed your name
my wrists are white from running dry
I can't ever match this pain
and no matter what you say
I'm still caught in the rain

Where did you go Maggot Eyes
Don't waste your breath
you took mine away
Don't waste your time
on another throwaway
on a whore like me
on a liar like me
but the truth is I'm not lying
the truth is I feel dead

where did the connection break
was it at the throat or at the heart
this is more than I can take
why did it end this way
this is more than I can take
why did you end this way
I'm fucked up because I thought you'd stay

Where did you go Maggot Eyes
Don't waste your breath
you took mine away
Don't waste your time
on another throwaway
on a whore like me
on a liar like me
but the truth is I'm not lying
the truth is I feel dead

I'm so fucked up
like an ugly little paper doll
you're just my luck
I love you and you think you know
but you think I'm a liar and you think you're messed up
you said you didn't want to hurt me
did you think this would help?

Where did you go Maggot Eyes
Don't waste your breath
you took mine away
Don't waste your time
on another throwaway
on a whore like me
on a liar like me
but the truth is I'm not lying
the truth is I feel dead

I'm not over you
I'm over this
filthy, gasping maggot filled
lungs spilling out into my throat
where I'd mark it with your name in red
and just like what would be our children
they'll hatch out of my paper neck
they'll break out through the skin
and pull out all my lost words with them
with eloquence I can't reproduce
like they reproduce, in greasy pools
while flies gather at the wound
I wanted to see you in red
and every one of them has your eyes


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