Decaying, fraying, saying,
9 months 'til expiration.
8 months 'til expiration.
7 months 'til expiration.
But I can't wait for that day,
Counting and shouting for help.
Red Xes on my calendar
For each pint of blood.
Take it all this time for me
And leave me dying of thirst.
She'll swallow me whole
Before entropy envelops.
What a sin this pain is.
What sin is this pain?
Soleil, take me whole.
Can't wait for the bits.
6 months 'til expiration,
And I can't keep waiting.
Parts are falling, spinning off,
Leaving the pull I feel.
Soleil, take me whole.
Can't wait for the bits.
Lying in bed, impotent and inept,
5 months 'til expiration date.
Time is pressing, creeping, waiting
For my insides to sour.
I'll take the pieces left,
And leave you a rouge hole. |
Submission Name: Soleil
