The Taste of Death
I tasted death last night
It was strawberry flavored
And vegetarian
It can trap me in my nightmares
Or stop me from ever hurting again
The taste of death
The taste of freedom
The taste of fear
They’re all the same
Aren’t they?
I tasted death last year
She tasted like
Off brand chapstick
And artificial cinnamon
Death never did taste
All that good to me
The taste of death
The taste of freedom
The taste of fear
Can’t have without the other
Right?
I tasted freedom once
Many years ago
Don’t quite remember
The flavor
Every time since then
It’s been coupled with death
The taste of death
The taste of freedom
The taste of fear
Maybe someday I can
Separate them again
I taste fear
Every day
Drowning me
In its stench
I don’t know what
It tastes like
Beyond repulsive
The taste of death
The taste of freedom
The taste of fear
I wish I never had
To taste
Again