Guts

Need a pill
Wanna die
Wanna hear
Pounding nails

Shut my eyes
Close the lid
Let it end
Please let it end

In my guts
My filthy guts
Poison rise
In my head
Dark abides
In my soul
Tantalize
Wanna die
Let it end
Please let it end

What has begging ever done
For a misbegotten rotten son

Saliva drips
From my lips
Eyelids flutter 
Painful shudder
Smashing brains
Always pain
Let it end
Please let it end

Crawling
Towards
The
Meat
Grinder
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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