I'll put this in my next Osen album. Shits just hard right now. But I'll be fine in a few hours I'm sure
Tw: rape, suicide
Eyes open, I feel myself wake up, something feels off, I feel light Uneasy, unclean, I feel angry, I look over to my left and it hits me
I see the gun in the hand of my corpse, already bloating
I see the blood everywhere and wrists sliced, post-manic episode I assume
Stuck as a ghost in limbo, I didn't pass judgement of whatever God there is
And even after death, I can only muster taking the anger out of myself
Unbutton the pants, pull them off of my corpse, I'm going to sexually assault it
I hate myself so much I want to be hurt in the worst way possible
I can't get an erection because the thought of what I'm doing is so upsetting
So I resort to using objects, I grab the knife that I used to slit my wrists
I sever the penis from my corpse, and I light it on fire
I never want to have any enjoyable form of sex again
I continuously penetrate the blood soaked anus of my corpse
With the knife that aided me into this situation
It hurts my damned soul, it upsets me deeply
But I proceed because I hate myself and I deserve this
And so this is my hell, raping my own corpse
Until it is nothing but a pile of blood and guts
For eternity, tears falling from my eyes as I just lay there and take it
I can only feel all of these acts in my cursed spirit
It hurts my soul and it's making me cry
But I continue because I deserve nothing but pain
How much deeper will this hatred for myself become
Even my death has failed to free me of it all