TASTING STEEL

I was bored for my mind to suffer & body to rot,
Just to be placed in a fucking ceramic pot.
Or a ditch dug by conversational sheep,
Who embrace and celebrate my endless sleep.
When your body decays inside a metal tomb,
that’s when you'll know your fate is doomed.

Do as I say, not say as I do.
I write these scripts for myself, not for you..