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 © Zak Whatever | Year Posted 2018
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