i want a human skin lamp.... i want to be dry but damp, i want to have six wings and one leg protruding out the side of my left kidney and i want you to kick me. i'm drunk and puked up my lunch, but i'm hungry again. poke me with sticks, stick me with rusty nails and hammer me to the floor. shut the door on my face and leave me in utter disgrace, let the blood flow freely, turning me pale and seethey-i feel splinters in my skin, you must be knocking on the door again... it's too late to take it back. i'm on fire but i'm dark and in a daze, my skin is a smokey haze and i'm fading fast -press hard down on the gas and keep me running, it's hard knocked in california but it's true blue in kansas, i'll beat it against the street with my souls worn thin and i'm revving it up again. i'm tired, i think i'll go to sleep.
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the holes have rusted over and the blood coagulated
no more do i feel the spray of your veins on my face
i stand still, blood caked face and blink at the mess of your surface
i smile at your mess the blood cracks and falls on your face
sparkles in your eyes have beaten once again
but i will break you down
did you feel that poke in your back?
check your chest cuz it's coming through the other side
funny, i didn't have to push that hard either
you are rotting away like a moldy peach just barely hanging on to the core of your soul
you think there is hope, but there is none.
rotting peachy flesh does not grow back to life
especially when it is mashed inbetween my fingers
i will smash you all and lay down in the mess...basking in my glorious kill...lusting over the stench of your rotting heart as i caress my cheek with it...making love to your death as i would never make love to you