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Maggots for breakfast
Ripping my insides out
Boils and tumors throughout
Stained with infectious desiase
My in trails will strangle me
The abses that leaks is stout
Pour salt in my wounds and shout
I love my infectious desiase
Let pain be the death of me
The maggots that grow inside
Will turn to a million flies
And leak through my eyes like tears
The rot of a hundred years
The eggs in my brain now hatch
Add flavor to a new batch
Of head cheese that curds and steams
The butter of morbid dreams
Boils and tumors throughout
Stained with infectious desiase
My in trails will strangle me
The abses that leaks is stout
Pour salt in my wounds and shout
I love my infectious desiase
Let pain be the death of me
The maggots that grow inside
Will turn to a million flies
And leak through my eyes like tears
The rot of a hundred years
The eggs in my brain now hatch
Add flavor to a new batch
Of head cheese that curds and steams
The butter of morbid dreams
Published 1st Jan 2012
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15th Nov 2012 6:06am
Your poem has left some very vivid images in my head, I like your use of descriptors, lots of detail, for some pieces like this one is good.
~ Mystic ~
~ Mystic ~
