Teeth gnashed to the gum
The body is a failure
Lungs collapse when overrun
The will is the war
Scabs turn to scar
The skin makes you sick
Feathered and tarred
Words are the cancer
Once arranged they are null
Your fists may pound flesh
But all strikes are dull
The only truth
The instant of death
We the living in instants
Suffer eternally clawing for scraps of existence
In search of the eternal breath…
The mind is a jaw Teeth gnashed to the gum The body is a failure Lungs collapse when overrun The will is the war Scabs turn to scar The skin makes you sick Feathered and tarred Words are the cancer Once arranged they are null Your fists may pound flesh But all strikes are dull The only truth The instant of death We the living in instants Suffer eternally clawing for scraps of existence In search of the eternal breath… Explain Request ×
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