For a while I froze; standing still.
For a long time, I was too numb to feel.
For an itch, you did all the scratching.
For a while, I let the claws sink in.
Chorus
This is where the decay starts,
This is where I defrost.
Put me in an oven just to warm me up.
I've gone from bitterly harsh to sickly sweet.
I've had a taste, can't erase.
For a disaster, I was slow-going.
For a victim, I was a complete bitch.
For all I did, I couldn't fight sinking.
For a whole year, I was barely here.
Chorus
This is where the decay starts,
This is where I defrost.
Put me in an oven just to warm me up.
I've gone from bitterly harsh to sickly sweet.
I've had a taste, can't erase.
Finally, I've seen through your charade.
I've opened my eyes to a prod.
I was never so blistering, so simmering.
I wish I could hear the thunk of fist on flesh.
Chorus
This is where the decay starts,
This is where I defrost.
Put me in an oven just to warm me up.
I've gone from bitterly harsh to sickly sweet.
I've had a taste, can't erase.
For a while, you'll be lying down.
For a year, time will rot you.
For a long breath, you'll wheeze.
For all your life, you'll freeze.
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The First Fifty Pages Of Me by Nailinthewall
PoetryThis is all the weird things I think and what I will never say. And my personal journey in my last year of school.