turn me inside out
am i beautiful to you
sibylline as i may be
full of horror and deceit
can you smell me rotting deep within
insects eat away at my insides
im dying
perhaps already dead
my eyes, their mouldering
as postmortem sets in
save me from the insects
can you hear the lovely cries
pouring from my soul
so beautiful to you
so beautiful to you
sadistic infliction
you adore my pain
watch the insects ravage my flesh
they feed off me just like you
youve made me bloody and tainted
its you dear
its you dear
and now im beautiful to you














Comments
You know what your poem reminds of, the new Perfect Circle video.
You should watchit/request it. You'll be like "Wow, I'ma psychic!" Or something.
I like the irony, something torn and bloody is something beautiful when obviously some people find it grotesque.
Its a good poem, I see you've release some demons.
Its always good to write, whatever it may be!
Its a good poem, very dark and loads of symbolism!
To me the poem and picture go hand in hand, simply... amazing.
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