Symptoms of Death
Tom Preziosi
Separates the mind, pulses in the spine
Never to return as the body dies
Violent convulsion as life spills a matted pile of disgust
End the life the worthless life scrape the world of its rust
Exploding synapse in the brain rotting out your thoughts
White flash before your eyes
Rotting are your guts on the path of irrelevance
You did not realize the pathetic nature of a meek existence
Until your final demise
Remorse is pointless as you fade away
No one to stand by your side
Erased from present no way to fight
Sadly we love that you died
Defined by your greed you had no insight
Now you have no where to turn
Always been hated and degraded
Here on your death bed you burn