The Rot

by Chancey   Dec 17, 2006


The Rot ; The rotting
The rotting of his flesh
his flesh burns like paper
in my morbid mind
the walls are made of flesh
the flesh of her,him
them all
the walls catch fire
Like being covered in gasoline or liquor
like what I'm drinking as a drowned
I'll sleep sleep till i die
let me die
Let me die inside your mind

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