Plutonian Moan

It's a stygian night, a Plutonian shore, frigid with fright, bites like a whore

Lonesome white bones sewn with grown scum moan alone, trying and dying in acetone

Lying encrusted up in rust, with half a cup of mourning lust, swarming thus

This feeling must, be stealing just my will for bust

 

I'm alone, a black tracked figure, stacked in shadows with literature triggers

As you sip your liquor, I drip my wight ichor, let's see who gets real sicker

I'm a camera flash, in a flicker, a fleeting moment which passes quicker

The old man that's thinkin' a little bit thicker, bout his mortal plight picture

With aorta bite fixture on the fact, that I'm stacked to lack

Anyone to care, till I'm in a hearse, in every verse I dare

The worst feeling I get when alone, forget that I've been shown

Chicks like dicks, and they pick them slick and quick

But they never stick, so just bust a nut thick, like a licked porno flick

Hos are nothing, but stupid tricks, cupid licks from arrow sticks

Piercing my heart and brain, till I'm insane, look it's inane

Love is pain, nothing to gain, except more rain

Any whore will accept a poor man's train

 

 

I'm dead in my heart, in my head ripped apart

A hollow corpse bled, swallowed shreds from the start

Follow my art till it hallowed me, till it shallowly

Devoured me