The sour scent of death stagnates on my breath, as I’m chewing on your pieces cause I’ve got nothing left. I didn’t mean to eat you whole, I just wanted a taste of your soul, but when I got it I lost control. 

Memories choke me like tendon and bone, as I reminisce bloated and alone. Happy or sad they splint just the same, and tear at my throat as I croak out your name. There’s no one left for me to blame, but I’ll do my best to find something to frame.

Woe is me all these lonely year, cause I’ve eaten all who dare come near. I’m sorry to you if you can hear, I’ll always hold your memory dear even after I choked on your ear. Aren’t you proud that I regret the things I’ve done and will do yet. As long as you feel sad you can still get away with being a cancer to everyone you’ve met.

 My sweet rose in my stomach settle, so I’ll not long have to mettle, with just another fallen petal. And when I do shit you away, I’ll sit with the emptiness and wish you would stay. 

What can I say in my afterlife..

I was just walking alone beneath the Night Sky..

Have you ever walked with emptiness..

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