Moonlit Murmurs: Stories from the Creek

"Moonlit Murmurs: Stories from the Creek"

Seeing all red
Spreading the ash all over my dread
But I tread and get some gas and blunts before I go to bed
Looking undead I bet all of this is in my head
I never even left, I might just end it with the lead
I’m dabbing the oils and I boil like I’m fried chicken
And I throw them in the water right after I fucking stick em
Oceanash risen from the Atlantic sea
I’m in the bayou hanging from a fucking old Cypress tree
I'm lighting fire to the fucking palm leaves
I’m getting higher as my skin melts into the heat
I’m in the open ocean and coping I’m throwing emotions of grief
I’m sleeping in, I wish I wasn’t me
I’m in the south, the roaches crawling out my mouth
I’m always fucking filled with doubt, so please just wrap me in a shroud
I’m crouching in a fucking cloud
I’m snapping when they shake me out
Death is what all I’m about
I’m turning your flesh all inside out
Better watch your step
I’m not the one you should betray
In the water to your neck
Kicking away the stingrays
Kayaking in the creek
Please just let me rest in piece
Please just fucking leave me be
Burn me like a DVD
Water clear, willows near
Demons whisper in my ear
I feel the reaper coming near
I'm dreaming of all my fucking fears
I’m feeling fried, red in my eyes, I'm going for a ride and then I hop out, make ‘em die, you can try to run and fucking hide
Put the bodies in the barrels, fill em with formaldehyde
Stash em in the marsh and then I come up with an alibi
Put the bodies in the barrels, fill em with formaldehyde
Stash em in the marsh and then I come up with an alibi
Woods is where I scheme
Smoking the green, crime scene where I clean
Feeling mean, get the n-i-c-o-t-i-n-e
Now I'm walking with a limp, eating shrimp
You can get a glimpse of the clip
I cannot wash my sins
Cutting limbs
Putting them into fucking bins
Slice you into pieces thin
Grinning as I rip your skin

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