Supuration
EP • 1990
Wastes are on your body By trying putting to pieces The rest of your limbs From top to bottom Sordid and outrageous emanations Scratching your sense In memory of experiments you made on you In memory of all sufferings you’d to endure Out of breath, crawling through your mind A kind of new life It’s no use trying taking to flight Do you really die ? Slow… Irritating anesthesia Drive your self-esteem to amputation Assume the rip of the artery And the scald of the skin According to scientists It was your own experience Lost in your research All this was – a product of your mind Now you’ve the feeling that – All is a dream Wastes are on your body By trying putting to pieces The rest of your limbs From top to bottom Sordid and outrageous emanations Scratching your sense In memory of experiments you made on you In memory of all sufferings you’d to endure Out of breath, crawling through your mind A kind of new life It’s no use trying taking to flight Do you really die ? Slow…
Submitted by SerpentEve — Nov 11, 2025
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