from pus-eye.blogspot.com
nothing .
A distant hiss, a smirking kiss.
It touches, lingers, diseases fingers.
A naked sigh, a popped up eye.
This high flattened fly, never shy
To die of this mutilated lie.
A blackened hole, a toasted lung,
It is hung, jerkily flung.
Up high in the ceiling, a rapist's feeling.
It is disfigured and corrupt, wrapped shut,
Slow decay will flay this lay.
It was complicated, a defecating shoo.
Ripped up and robbed, stuffed back and rotting hot
A simple shot would bite this night, a fleshy flight
A denial, a nothing, a nay, it’s okay.
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Because there was nothing to ever see;
Decipher my clingy hi, a desperate bye.
To forever shy, to always die.
To humanize this white licked lie.
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