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Vulgar Vulture

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck
i could go on forever
i'm not sorry for being vulgar
truth is i'm more like a vulture
than you actually think
i am sitting somewhere high
waiting for you to die
but i'm hungry now
fuck
i can feel myself getting weaker
and weaker
if i fall down
right back down to where you are
where i used to be
then i think i'll kill myself
and you can eat my body
i won't mind
rest your mouth on my neck
on my chest and stomach
bite down and enjoy
if only i weren't dead already
fuck
how long have i been this way?
the clocks won't tell me exactly
i think i'd have to ask a calander
or maybe a timeline
i'm always behind
sprinting as fast as i can
trying to catch up
pushing my legs so hard
and i cry
and i cry
and i cry
because you never get any bigger
you are always a spec on the horizon
fuck
now that i think about it
forever isn't long enough
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# Posted on Wednesday, 13 February 2008 at 3:53 AM

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