House of Autopsy…


Take me to pieces…
Slice into ny soul…
Tear away my spirit…
And leave a bleeding, oozing hole.
Call me in a thousand years…
When we’re a lighter shade of low…
Or say goodbye tomorrow…
And pretend you didn’t know.
A leaf to help you cut me…
So you can gaze deep inside…
Dissect what is in my brain…
And see just how I died.
Like an autopsy…
Carving flesh and bone…
You murdered me in the name of love…
I really should have known.
I lie still on my soft warm slab…
Through a decomposing mind…
You’ll never know how much I missed you…
Or just how much I pined.
I know now as the lights go down…
As they close me up so tight…
Through sightless eyes and silent lips…
That it was you gave up the fight.
Burn me, bury me, cover me in earth…
Leave me to the birds…
Like an autopsy in my own house…
You murdered me with your words.

Published by RubIxSKube

Complex individual... card-carrying goth/mosher/metalhead. Writer of poems and lyrics inspired by life and compassion... through depression and pain, I see with a clearer eye... I let music and poetry become my bullets to fight off my demons. I'm beautiful as a car crash, as leaves without their trees... but I'm imperfect perfection baby -- unique, disturbing... me! ;) Be inspired, be an inspiration... and most of all, believe...* Guns

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