Rot by Briana Blair

I am dead
Yes gone for good
And no one cares.
I am wet
My casket is leaking
And I’ve started to rot.
My flesh has holes
Where my bones show through
And the bugs crawl in.
I’ve started to stink
And my body emanates
The sweet smell of death.
I wish there was a way
To fill their noses
With my fetid breath.
I’d like them to see
What feeds on me
As I lay here
And rot.

From – The Dark Side Of My Mind: The Complete Collection (c) 1993-2010 Briana Blair

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Into the Black by Briana Blair

Down
Into the black
The darkest abyss
The depths of my soul
Into the black
The fiery heat
The passionate dreams
That it does hold
Down
Into the black
The evil that lurks
So deep inside
Into the black
The tortured heart
The vengeful need
I’ll no longer hide

From – The Dark Side Of My Mind: The Complete Collection (c) 1993-2010 Briana Blair

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