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