Vivisection
I can't go on like this
The skies are eviscerated
But I lie beneath them
Cut open, all the same
Writhing intact
Dying... without tact
There is little poetry
To this strange demise
I cannot contain the light
I flow without rhyme
Or reason
Whatever this funeral is
Let it be over
I find my memories like waves
Crashing ashore
I want to be tossed in
And abandon... this vessel
Let me perish 'neath torn clouds
I deserve a storm...
In place of this fucking organ
The skies are eviscerated
But I lie beneath them
Cut open, all the same
Writhing intact
Dying... without tact
There is little poetry
To this strange demise
I cannot contain the light
I flow without rhyme
Or reason
Whatever this funeral is
Let it be over
I find my memories like waves
Crashing ashore
I want to be tossed in
And abandon... this vessel
Let me perish 'neath torn clouds
I deserve a storm...
In place of this fucking organ
Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Dring
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