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It's Over - with Crimsin
When it's over and the nails are as dark
as my mind's tongue-in-cheek impaling my
insanity from the deep sarcophagus-caked
with piss and clay surrounding the nemesis
of self when it's over
my shit will reek and you will blanch
from the stench placing my putrid soul in the grave
you won't be able to bury me deep enough to escape
the horror of the moment will follow you everywhere
lingering on the air the sweet smell of death
as my mind's tongue-in-cheek impaling my
insanity from the deep sarcophagus-caked
with piss and clay surrounding the nemesis
of self when it's over
my shit will reek and you will blanch
from the stench placing my putrid soul in the grave
you won't be able to bury me deep enough to escape
the horror of the moment will follow you everywhere
lingering on the air the sweet smell of death
Published 23rd Jan 2025
Author's Note
Thank you Crimsin for collaborating.
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23rd Jan 2025 11:18pm
