Bloody Black Yard

 In the dark, I write

If I have a soul

It’s gone & I can’t save myself

I’m just going to leave the scene

It was a murder a bloody murder

I walk away eating on a snack

Just some unclean ghosts

I guess you call me the real ghostbusters

You won’t believe what you see

When you go look around back

Damn did I do that!

You are thinking you can’t go out like that

But look behind your back

Bad karma

It's fuck up

My hands around your neck

Removing the red stone you call a heart

It’s not the last days for the earth

Just for you and some more ghosts

That I will take for lunch

I would smoke you, but I don’t smoke

I’m smiling

I’m not going to eat you like that

I’m going to place you all in the back

And feed my herbs

Watch them grow big & strong

Then cut them up into a salad

Now you know I don’t eat meat

Everything I eat takes time & I just have to wait, just a little time

Then I’ll cut everything out

Nobody doesn’t make a murder real

Did you know your body makes good organic compost?

Mean I help recycle your wasteful ass

Look there you are good for something

And you can say you give life so I can eat

You see how I’m eating you

Let’s face it

That shit sounds nice

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