Oh my rival is gone
I've deserted his pain
and kept to my own
I want to slice his truth
and twist out his pain
Like a soggy word
Too long and too obscure
Oh my rival is gone
I am
?
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At first I checked to see if he was really dead.
At first I didn't believe it.
A burst of tickling, icy happiness; more like relief, entered my growling stomach, up into my chest.
Icy relief.
He was dead. ---exhale exhale exhale--- i was trying to release all of that life....
Cold and hard, smelt of rotting flesh. Rotting flesh all smells the same. Doesn't matter who you are, what you are, how you live.
He's never smelt better.
Especially if those were the same guts you hated all the same.
If you didn't, he's never smelt worse.
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Completed?
Is it all really over?
Oh god.
Do I miss something?
Not him. Certainly not him
G.I.R. said he just gave up
And he never got up
and never woke up
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A few days ago I took a hot shower. Too hot.
I was gasping for air soon.
I was sobbing even sooner.
And then I said;
Zim.
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I have nothing to live for
do I?
I could live
another year
another day
another sixty years also;
But what would it be worth?
If even the most amazing, surreal, genius
insane creature; my rival
couldn't live in this dusty, over populated,
stinking
horrible
beautiful
world?
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I hate
I hate
I hate
I----
---------------------------the smell
I coughed today and couldn't stop
I couldn't stop until I just released my entire supply of meals
like a vacumn spilling from a cat's claws
ripping through the carpet bag
spewing dust and crap we all hate to see
cause we start to realize WE are the only ones responsible for it
-----------------------------Steps to recover life
The police exhumed his body today.
The smell.
The smell.
He was once breathing
and screaming
and laughing
and crying I think too
his psyche is all around
and I feel
I think
I'm going to fucking drown.
--------------------------------------------life.
He's gone.
Its okay.
Maybe I will be gone too someday
and life will go on
Maybe I'll even have a life.