The Dying May 26, 2007 (Revised October 16, 2013)
A face of consternation
Stemming from alienation,
And I lie down 'pon
The base of the mount
Stemming from alienation,
And I lie down 'pon
The base of the mount
To view the shiny stars,
Some shooting, others not;
And through this, tho',
And through this, tho',
I am sans a single care
Save for the pressures
Consuming my blacken'd heart.
I thought I might perish,
And I do not think I would care,
For may one truly feel alive
Upon the maggots, hungry,
Feasting 'pon him?
Whatever, so I shall claim;
For may one truly feel alive
Upon the maggots, hungry,
Feasting 'pon him?
Whatever, so I shall claim;
I think I may well be,
As with all the fish
Swimming within the sea.
As with all the fish
Swimming within the sea.
This world is hardly worthwhile
As a place to reside for me.
As a place to reside for me.
No pulse, and I shall not
Rotate that dial;
Rotate that dial;
Let nature run its course,
For I am just rank and file.
All I care is to be free,
And whilst here, I shall never be.
Lock down! Land Ho!
For I am just rank and file.
All I care is to be free,
And whilst here, I shall never be.
Lock down! Land Ho!
And 'tis the punisher
With his instruments of torture
To take my life,
But I feel he may see
That within me; for
All he must do, you see,
Is to simply leave me be.
To take my life,
But I feel he may see
That within me; for
All he must do, you see,
Is to simply leave me be.
He shall never need to flog me.
My flesh is the ultimate pain.
My flesh is the ultimate pain.
Moments spent dying
Whilst I gasp for air,
Thy nerves tremor;
And yet, the world
Hath the balls to say
I am nothing else
But a hypochondriac!
Whilst I gasp for air,
Thy nerves tremor;
And yet, the world
Hath the balls to say
I am nothing else
But a hypochondriac!
There are no rhymes
Nor intelligible reasoning
To think this to be
A happy season for me
When ev'ry moment is really
A locust storm to commiserate,
Biblical in proportion.
Nor intelligible reasoning
To think this to be
A happy season for me
When ev'ry moment is really
A locust storm to commiserate,
Biblical in proportion.
Sure, I have slic'd thrice
My left arm 'fore; and
Bled myself a bit of scarlet
Till her fibrin dried,
My left arm 'fore; and
Bled myself a bit of scarlet
Till her fibrin dried,
But then some wounds
Shall never heal, friend,
And I shall never do so
Till the Kingdom Come.
'Tis the deal, my friends!
'Tis the deal, you see?
Shall never heal, friend,
And I shall never do so
Till the Kingdom Come.
'Tis the deal, my friends!
'Tis the deal, you see?
For I consider The Dealer to be
The real bad guy, c'est vrai!
The real bad guy, c'est vrai!
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