Decay

A place in history,
A seat amongst the beloved
Tailored just for you
No, me
A throne made out of anger and fear
I plucked a motor out of the ribcage
And it didn’t bleed
A place in history,
A seat amongst the beloved
Don’t tell anyone else what I’ve told you
Fickle gods cheek to cheek with their cunts
Pews clamoring for perpetual motion
A place in history,
A seat amongst the beloved
Someone better fucking shoot me soon
I think I look better as a silhouette
A vague idea of who I am
A place in history,
A seat amongst the beloved
I like how I bleed for them,
It means everything is finite
Nothing would be amazing if it lasted
A place in history,
A seat amongst the beloved