cycloptic corpse

the decaying corpse is rotting fast
finding bliss in ignorance
just one eye for all to see
dialated, let her be
the dirt, the worms, the drug-driven maggots
eating at her like flesh-hungry faggots
dialation, cruxified by all who see
her rotting eye
needle marks and tire tracks
broken hearted spinal taps
prove me wrong, grab a gun
cycloptic extasy, rot, you're done
there's a blackout now and i can't see
these whiteout conditions make gray inside me
now i can't see and i can't breathe
a tingling see of aquamarine
the time ticks down and soom we see
no one's coming for you, or me