DEAR JACK,

Find me a messily kept, fleshy death, with your breath, kill the pest.

Build me a beast with its wings on its legs,
With two horns on its hands and knife in its neck.
One ugly eye, pale, devoid of life, hail
Splendid creation from its teeth to its nails.
Give it no skin to hide its heart from plain view.
Wait, give it no heart! Better, give it to you.
Hooves on its head, no brain ‘cause it’s dead so
You can be sure, you can know it won’t grow.

Monstrosity,
Without point or purpose to be.
Atrocity.
Without point or purpose to be.
Monstrosity,
Without point or purpose to be.
Atrocity.
How you love me.

Hack it apart without remorse or regret
Swing with that axe swing it hard with intent
Scratch at it, pine, just pick out its spine. Trust
Me this will be over if you give it some time. ’Cause
It was meant not to be, if you try you can see.
If you try you can see, look real hard cause it’s me.

Monstrosity,
Without point or purpose to be.
Atrocity.
Without point or purpose to be.
Monstrosity,
Without point or purpose to be.
Atrocity.
How you love me.

# posted by Zort @ 7:11 AM ::