Process of Decay

[Queen of Rain]

Process of Decay

Life-wasting
Bodies
Disintegrating
You sleep on your pillow
Made of purple glass
And walls of Sunday Morningpaper
All pages blank and edges so sharp
Nowhere have you screamed
Falling apart?

So you close your eyes
No reason for screaming
Dustbins are full
But we could always recycle
To warm you sauna
Through burning our flesh

Forgive our mortality
As we metamorphose

Thank you
We’ll terminate as we flew
With nothing to do
Now make use of our breathing
In crematory of blind
We’ll finally dissolve

[ScarletMornings]

the stuff you write is just cool. i don't know where you get some of the lines you put in here, but i'm glad you do. this is so vivid, and just really, really neat. awesome job. AMAZING job.

[Queen of Rain]

thank you, all these lines just comes up in my head, most of these as I walked arund in the surrealsim part at Tate modern.. im very glad u like all the weird things my brain produces...

[Pseudomuse]

ooo purple glass I want some! great job as always. Though the last line Falling Apart?, the placement made reading it a little confusing at first. I love the line -- Forgive our mortality. Such a great line. Keep it up.

peace
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