Corpses

My take on this picture by the wonderful Soy https://www.instagram.com/olensoy/ Corpses My path is littered with corpses corpses of my own i’ve forgotten, how they got here all the things I’ve known. I’m someone else every once in a while i shed my skin every day i get reborn and i learn how to smile i get renewed in many ways Every day a little less pain Every day a little bit more of the good stuff. My mind is teeming with bodies naked ones at that i’m making love to them all If think you’re pretty, I’ll eat you in my world of dreams While in real life I build a wall Every day a little less pain Every day a little bit more of the good stuff.