Claymation Dreams(Digging Graves)

Hang me by the ocean
I want to feel the breeze on my face
As my toes draw aimless arcs in the sand
And I'm bathed in the bloodless sunshine

If my neck snapped
It'd be like morphine
Dripping from my jaw
Or warm death dribbling down my chest
A surface scribe carving characters into my bloated belly
An alien language reserved for an addict
Meaningless lines dimly lit by a mortician's flame
Reflected in the dull eyes of a careless whisperer

How curiously they'd watch as the rope snapped
Sending my body plummeting to the ground
They would laugh as it shattered
And then they'd lick the splinters from each others eyes

With insatiable thirst they would look upon my (scar)let lit lips
Jealousy writhing like worms within them
And conceit ridden needles bursting from their harlequin scalps

Some would leave but even more would stay
Picking up my razor flesh between their teeth
And slitting their plastic wrists like daisies.
They would loathe one god's pleasure
And another god's loathing
But the dirt would loathe them all the same