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beautiful montrosity
You're a beautiful montrosity,
Dead to the world, with nowhere to go.
Saying you're afraid of rejection, I say you're afraid to live.
So let me dig deep inside of you,
like a maggot in a corpse.
Tell me your deepest, most grotesque thoughts.
Or the prettiest spatters in your mind.
I find it hard to judge you either way.
Your cold demeanor draws me closer,
Lie and say your heart is moth-eaten.
I'll knit you a better one.
Please don't turn away,
You're morbid caricature is all I'm looking for.
So let me run into your decayed arms,
Coddle me from the mundane picture perfect outside world.
Dead to the world, with nowhere to go.
Saying you're afraid of rejection, I say you're afraid to live.
So let me dig deep inside of you,
like a maggot in a corpse.
Tell me your deepest, most grotesque thoughts.
Or the prettiest spatters in your mind.
I find it hard to judge you either way.
Your cold demeanor draws me closer,
Lie and say your heart is moth-eaten.
I'll knit you a better one.
Please don't turn away,
You're morbid caricature is all I'm looking for.
So let me run into your decayed arms,
Coddle me from the mundane picture perfect outside world.
Published 11th Jun 2011
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Anonymous
21st Nov 2011 11:03pm
This is sooooooo dark and nasty. Many writers affect that but you just use it.
'So let me dig deep inside of you,
like a maggot in a corpse.
Tell me your deepest, most grotesque thoughts. '
Wonderful.
'Lie and say your heart is moth-eaten.
I'll knit you a better one.'
equally so.
They don't teach this shit in school. R.
'So let me dig deep inside of you,
like a maggot in a corpse.
Tell me your deepest, most grotesque thoughts. '
Wonderful.
'Lie and say your heart is moth-eaten.
I'll knit you a better one.'
equally so.
They don't teach this shit in school. R.
