inspired by the Thomas Ligotti story and a nightmare
D. McCartney
lyrics
the cult of grinning martyrs
love me for who i am
a slab of mercury oozing juices
in need of lithium
conscious repressional mechanisms
have failed me as of late
perhaps i asked for problems
by always tempting fate
why am i here?
why am i here?
why am i?
i'm left chained at the ankles
to a faucet in a tub
in a blank locked bathroom with only a mirror
just me and my stitched up nubs
in my reflection i peer throughout the day
and the only thing that looks back at me
is a peeled back skull of a face
smiling sardonically
teasing laughter and hollow consolations
of how sweet it used to be
the voice won't quite it daily grows louder
driving me to insanity
why am i here?
why am i here? why am i
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