Rot because I was something and now I'm not. Because you first have to be sweet and full of life before you turn into a rotten thing. Rot because there is so much, so much, that has gone wrong within me like a fruit that has gone bad. Rot because I was Ieft there abandoned, and with time I grew tired of myself and gave myself up to the elements. Rot like a forgotten apple under the table. Rot because my decadence is a burden, you can't ignore it. Rot because going bad makes me smell, and by that I mean you'll suffer the consequences of my decaying. Rot because I wasn't discarded like dust, I was forgotten. Visit my favorite dreamy site here → neka.cc
If there is a god then he would know what it really means to be a human because blood flesh bones do not make one. maybe I do not know because I am a saint and you are a sinner.
use the small knife of your mouth to separate the ribcage Puncture the most vulnerable parts to keep it soft. Marinate the raw flesh with absent affection until it is sleck and tender. Spin poetry through the eye of a needle and spear it through. Glaze the inner lining with metaphor. This will keep the blood ripe, open, and lovely through a sieve until it is an apology, a bit of butter for seasoning, It will taste best fresh, the pink skin vibrating, Set it on a plate, Whatever you do, do not look me in the eye