Silver, Beat.
I'm bleeding
bleeding everywhere
from everywhere
pouring it, everywhere
it's silver
I don't understand it
why does it pour from my every orifice?
why does this happen
gushing this silver liquid
my limbs begin to shiver
they snap without warning
one by one
until just a bundle of sticks remains
still oozing it's silver
everywhere
pouring, gushing, oozing
it's silver, broken pieces
they bend and twist
they warp
I don't know who I am anymore
these crawling deformed decapitated pieces
writhing in happiness while I am now dead
dead, yet alive in the sense that my heart,
while impossible,
still beats on.
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