Exodus

Noah

Chop down on my fucking skin.
With cleavers dipped in heroine.

Lay my rotten eyes to sleep.
As if I was a headless sheep.

Watch as I gasp for air.
Watch as I cling to life.

Cut out my fucking tongue.
Laugh in my face as my neck is wrung.

I'll drink my own blood, upon the bed that I have made.
I'll set myself on fire, burning as I fade.

  • Author: Noah (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 13th, 2017 00:42
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Quemis

    Seriously awesome. Love it.



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