Save Yourself

I might be dying sooner when i fight these nightly tumors/

I assume it?s likely to in times in spite my dicey psyche/

You know the drill, bite me. screwdrivers to get me railed/

Until i?m hammered enough to fall asleep on beds of nails/

So take that hacksaw and saw this hack into a thousand pieces/

Put it in your mouth and teeth it, chew it ?til it?s ground between ?em/

Drain my blood and use it when you write a page/

Describe the taste and tell me if i?m truly worth the ground i sleep in/

It?s the semi-psychotic henny and vodka mix/

With some remy martin and a medley of monster flicks/

I?m on a mission for the ending of all of this/

I?m contradictive, full of empty intoxicants/

I?m a desperate, desolate mess of skeletons/

Who second guesses questions, intentions when all the messages/

Mix and sections of skin are left dissecting your ribs, infected/

With pestilent hexes that exorcists fix, so check it/

I got two bad hands and still built this house of cards/

Just an average jack up in the club who thinks he found a heart/

But i don?t go to clubs and don?t believe in love/

Or holding hearts in grips unless this fist is into which it?s bleeding from/

It?s bleeding from, it?s bleeding from, it?s bleeding from/

I look into the bleeding sun and whisper with my bleeding tongue/

All my poems are telling that the bleeding?s fun/

Until this carcass reaches heartless, telling me the bleeding?s done/

After birth, there?s just afterbirth/

And after that?s the aftermath and consequences/

?cause after life there?s nothing that?s after death/

And after death there?s no afterlife/

And you?ll agree that eulogies and afterwords/

Are?words, after birth from aftershocks/

And afternoons of afterthoughts/

So after you, i?ll follow you to acheron/

And after all, while you can?t just save yourself/

From this place in hell i?ll say farewell until the sun decays/

With eyes open hoping nowhere nosy poachers dug our graves/

The silence is talking, walk-in, we?ve all been in coffins/

Hostage to cautious responses, solemn and lost in the nonsense/

Often i follow my conscience, bottle and swallow my problems/

Wallow in hollow with processes, toxic hostile menages/

It?s just another itchy finger that i know expects to pull it/

And i?m in the line of fire every time you?re sweating bullets/

Because?(these nights) it?s getting harder now to go to (sleep tight)/

When everything is haunting me?

Until i take my heart and squeeze it ?til the bleeding stops/

(speak to god), but i?d rather go and (reach the stars)/

So i could pluck one out the sky to navigate inside this shallow grave/

If i can?t find my way back home/

Know that i?m safe in these catacombs/

I stand alone in the window with the casket closed/

And latch to hold the stack of bones/

Yeah this ship is on the path i roam, but that?s just home/