Ice cubes on my flaky toe, severe wounds not on display
Drastic clueless isolation from comforting ligament saturation
Pioneering visions gradually blurred away in my eye socket
Each slit across my throat brings semi verbal masturbation
Rosy pink meat beneath my skin of unprecedented elimination
My veins of chlorophyll syndrome gushes mutant freezing flow
My blood coddles up as I sigh as little sparrow kisses my cheek
Epitome of morbidity lashes on my ailing chest as servers bow
Skull gets corrupted with fleas of dismal manifestation of slander
Spineless death heirs my yearn for longevity and untamed gluttony
My corpse would veil my hazardous self explanationtory blunder
Ashes of my bones would fill your graves and caves of irony
Marrows inside still would tell you a story of a lame lady of lust
You reckon my truth behind your unspoken lies that i devoured
Eyes kept open shut after burial as my posthumous reveals your truth
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