By the way of disease
something's a foul inside you
I can sense it, taste it's bitter sweet decay
and as you defile your name
and the bugs crawl from your
soul in such a horrible way
By way of interpretation and
the futile path of your existence
your skin peels away only to
reveal the monster you are underneath
your other face displayed for all to see
you grin and bare your teeth
don't struggle with your grief
spare me the theatrics of a
murderess
the hollow of a heart and its will to tear its self apart
if I fight for something that's already dead, already lost, already forgotten
bloated and rotten.....
©munch77
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