Could you smell my flesh?
With sooted mouth, and harrowing smell
It peels everyday, it bleeds every hour
This smell burns my eyes
I am blind, blind to hollowness
Heard the rituals of funeral moan
Thorough in verse, hoaxed to death
Nothing stops from the flesh to heal!
None cares to stop to see
Yet it hangs like a mortal curse
Forever, ever - a sm
elly terse
Dearest flesh, don't hang so low
Don't give up quick, don't take the blow
It makes you suffer, to become silt
It make you burn, till the tilt
Don't give up yet
The burning blood fate
Feel the grief of a larger pain
Don't let it rot, just in vain
O flesh of mine! I smell you through
Every night, you slither a rue
