Human-Compost

I'm surrounded by sub-entity - I knew it would happen

Figure in black would take me into the shades

Six-feet under and it's hard to breath - I knew it

would end here

Sheep in wolf's clothing entombed in waste

Today I wish I'd have a gun

Gasping for air I'm rotting all alone - Just how I

wanted

With Karma's blades carving my flesh to bone

I am reaping everything I've sown - The filth I have

planted

and digging south towards the great unknown

Oh yes I wish I'd have a gun

Been playing the bitter game with the leeches sucking

blood out from my veins

With hook in mouth I've gone astray

Been shovelling shit in vain; From grave to grave

burying myself

Just one last death before I go to hell

Here I lie my shovel next to me - Still squeezing the

handle

there are many like it but this one's mine

Hole after hole it's suffered 'cause of me - Growing

the anger

With contempt and loathing over all that isI

Somebody please give me a gun

Human-compost I am

Human-compost I am

I am!