Musings on Life from a Dead Girl

Rot

I would rather I rot

I would rather do just about anything than to keep living this way

I'd rather walk over a thousand broken whiskey bottles

Than to burn in this hell you call a life

I'd rather carve my flesh from the bone with a butter knife 

Than decay in this prison you say is a refuge 

I would rather die than exist in this house you call our home

I would rather rot than live this way another day

But away I will rot because I have come too far to quit now

M.K.