Inert Existence

I’ll sit here, like dead meat
I’ll lay here like an obnoxious presence
Flys surround me not to disturb but,
to remind you of my dead existence

I’ll sit here, as a corpse that sees,
as a corpse that breathes,
as a corpse that hears and feels
I’ll sit here, in patience
as your hell slowly drips
into my heaven
I’ll sit here, as my heaven
slowly drips into your hell

O, you must be glad
I could surely tell
I’ll still be here, to watch your frown
turn into a vicious smile
I could surely tell, that you have
been waiting for this all this while,
For all your life



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