Why Should I Write? (To Poison the Earth)
I'm back
and it feels
so nice,
the taste of bile in my throat,
body shaking
in full force,
brain screaming,
in it's padded room
oh yea!
This is me,
not that mambi pambi crap.
Back off,
and let me stew,
what pours from me
melts heaven,
want a touch?
Would you like to see
the real world?
Countries falling,
disease,
famine,
bodies piled so high
and me without a fork.
Pulling the strings,
creating the faille of man
and licking my fingers
for every last morsel.
You thought
you were drowning
with me,
wait 'til you reach out
and I snag your hair,
take you under,
it will last for years,
now that I have something
to play with.
I ain't like nothing you've seen,
my thoughts are creation,
my touch,
destruction,
so nice.
In the end Midas thought
his blessing a curse,
Me,
it's so much better
if you sit back
and enjoy.
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