Time to Bleed

Time to bleedFrom the flesh be freedMake a gashWith a razor, a slashDo not do it just partwayPlunge it in straightawayLet your thoughts rehashYour life is trashGive in to the needIt is time to bleed

Rotting Toy

Your corpse is warmIt hasn’t been longPosable stillTo give me a thrillNothing deniedSince you diedIn life you would hideIn death I decideNo more resistanceRewarded persistenceFlesh to enjoyMy rotting toy

Anxiety

My suit of flesh needs to goBeneath the skinThe restlessness growsHow do I beginWhere are the seamsTo open this bagAnd silence my screams

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It is never too late to be what you might have been.

— George Eliot
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