shadowbones

Pulp

Not afraid of death 

Till its in my face

Watching warm liquid

Fall to the floor 

Another part of me

I take

 

Learn to hate, you better fight

Everyone\'s doing it tonight

Mashing pit of organic bliss

Body parts everywhere

Distress signal fails 

Orgasm

 

Crying eyes dry

Time moves along

A still wind

Gentle day

Everyone is doing it

Its a parade

Just hope it fits 

Not too big or small

Something inside us all