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Morbid Peanut ButterCategory: poetry I guess
Wednesday, 13 June 2012
02:32:52 AM (GMT)
The worms crawl in
the worms crawl out
your rotten organs
look like sauerkraut
little green mold spores
begin to sprout
yes, this must be what
life is about.

The people come,
the people go,
the people will
never know.

Who are you to tell me
that I'm not dead today?
I can feel, I know,
I'm already starting to decay.
My brain is all soupy
my blood's all goupy
I can feel it moving
my heart's black liquid,
Tell me!
Tell me why
I'm dragging this corpse around?!
The fire of your jokes, I always relied on
you to keep me sane,
you to relieve the pains in my brain,
I want you back,
I'm nothing like you now,
we're different species now somehow,
where'd you go?
Will I ever know?

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