Monday, July 13, 2009

I Like You (Better Dead)

I like peeling away the flesh,
eating the good parts and leaving the rest.
Scratched out those deceiving eyes,
got sick of sorting out your lies.
Finally forgave you when you bled,
noticed I like you better dead.
Broke thru the ribs, smash the heart.
Stuff you, sow you, pulled you back apart.
Ugly on the outside so I searched for pretty,
carved you open and didn't find any.

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