January 9, 2010
Postponing the end
You will continue to rot
Inevitably what you fear
Ascends up your throat
Bursting the putrid filth free
Out for everyone to see
A crow watches the process
Revealing to you all the secets
Wrought by the good book
Macabre fairy tells
Calling for their creators
They will follow you
Asking for their conclusion
Postpone their end
So they all may rot as you do
Sing as though you're smiling
Can you achieve the sky
Yawning over the lady night?
You never know until you try
Fighting the vines
Quelled around your ankles
Flesh is torn free
And yet you struggle
Grabbing towards the sky

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