Apprentice Butchers Memoir ::Explicit::
(The Lamb)
My lungs empty, no longer inflate
This timid mind, cannot feel hate
I’m so confused
don’t understand money
grazing the fields
was my milk and honey
Flails my skin, keeps everything tight
Slices out my heart, this very night
I’m terrified here
without a clue
Helpless and lost
but what can I do
Gathers me close, cuts into ribbons
I’m already dead, that’s a given
You bleed me out
I cannot object
My life is over
onto the next
(Me)
Am I evil
I am man
Am I evil
I’m a man
Am I evil
They where only lambs
Am I evil
Yes fu-ck it goddamn
in hindsight I am
By
David Kavanagh
Copyright © David Kavanagh | Year Posted 2022
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