julho 24, 2005

cremation

spread my ahses
in the morning wind close to the shore i used to know
i no longer recognize it my entrails cringe at the sight of my former body
i wish you hadn't done it over and over again you burned me from within
i kept choking with the fumes emanating from each unit i possessed
you will choke later on as soon as you succeed when your plan is finished
you'll ask for what you've stole you'll lose your breath as i lost mine
i hope you suffer as much as i did over the years my flaming
body aching as i launch my final words of utter hate
to all who have destroyed me you did not
deserve to live
within me i die
every day in the
summer and you
laugh counting
your money and
your champagne
cling to them
after i'm gone
and tell me if
it was worth it