Happy

Lol

Bury me alive
while I'm breathing in the dirt.
I love the cringing feeling of these
maggots through my bones.

The flesh on my skin
rots before my bloodshot eyes.
But no one gives a f**k because
we're all so f*****g blind.

An invaded mind
with a loss for words.
Don't care to speak
as I'm viewed like germs.

Or simple vermin.

No matter what.
I feel to slice my tongue
and isolate myself from
those that judge and scout
to find problems.

Hiding away for hours before
the conflict turns sour.
But no matter what the f**k I do
I get in all these mishaps.

So f**k this-f**k that,
I'll slit my throat to end
this chit-chat.

The world is so much peaceful
without this vermin to f*****g
spit at.

Reviews

[Lord of mad men]

This would make a great song. But wonderful job man.

[PhoenixDown]

Don't "slit" the wrong "throat."
Good stuff, as always.
A select few do "see."
Keep writing. & keep your style.