Maroon

It's finally okay to be

Too late, I wish for you

to go home, theres nothing left to chew

It's fine for you

But I have needs too

bullets with crimson tips

Machettes that'll make you drip

Maroon, it's over soon.

It's fine, for you



For once, It feels like I'm done

It feels like I'm done

For once, It's ran out of fun

It's no longer fun, for you



It's time, to feel the sting

Or swing peacefully

off ropes that hang with bliss

It's time for you

to acknowlede the beast

to breathe me breath

Savor the feast

Enjoy whats left



Duct tap this

whats left to fuck

I hope it fits well in your trunk



I'm feeling cushions

Cold air/Hot air

The maggots rather feed than fight

grasp your thoughts

hold them tight

No one sleeps tonight



Cold air/Hot air

I once held you close

Nothings worth dying for

It felt so good

The maggots feed this night

and every other.