» Minor Flesh Wound
Within inches of death
Never ending hemorrhaging
Conscious suffering
Eternal recovery
How does it feel to be so naked in the sun?
A song for the swan is sung.
It takes no faith to change the end.
The bleeding inside,
it smothers the cage.
This torso will morph into an absence of comfort.
So I'm peeling my tongue in hopes of distracting my lung.
Suffering eternal recovery.
All hope for you is done.
How does it feel to be so naked in the sun?
A song for the swan is sung.
All hope for you is done.
Push the button,
Liquid compassion
Assisted slumber
Mindscapes will clutter
Push the needle
Blood pressure drops
Slipping slowly into my coma
Recovery impossibility.