The Hateful Dead Revising The Order Of Things

by Ricky Story   Jul 19, 2022


Pain
Hate
I don’t bleed for you
I bleed for me
As the sorrow seeps and flows out of the parted flesh
The pain seems like it is getting less
I want to walk away
Away from the tears in my eyes that I hate so much
Folk busting me before the age of 5
Who else would have a connection close enough to pull it off
See you underground
Hopefully the distance apart we gained while living
And the distance we will receive from dying apart from each other
Will keep us from destroying each other in the nether-realm
Hopefully my blood doesn’t stain my lifeline

R.M.D.S.

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