Do Not Resuscitate

This pain so inconceivable
The amount of blood on the floor is unbelievable
Destined to die
I play the game of hope
While my intestines swing like jump rope
Splashing the plasma, circling vultures inhaling miasma

Forget the life I hated, shan't be resuscitated
Inflated and bloating pieces in pools of disease and floating

This sea of muck like standing water
Waiting for my slaughter
Putrescence now suffocating
The last breath of life I'm hating

Life is a nightmare
I live a lifemare
Begging for mercy
Do not resuscitate

The piles are steaming, the floor beneath
My feet apparently is bleeding
My wounds still seeping

Blood on flesh undressed, possessed
Having sex with the excess

My temple stuck to the floor, at one with the gore
This desire, inherent, suicidal and disparaged
Cannot be blamed
I suffered this bullshit life, threatened with helter skelter
Felt the damning hand of man and suffered underneath its shelter

Forget the life I hated, shan't be resuscitated
Ablated, serrated pieces of a life so over-rated

This heap of garbage called a body, like a landflill, rotting
Pure hate is now strangulating this last breath of life

I'm waiting
For this life to end
I'm waiting
For the end to begin
I'm waiting
For you people to die
I'm waiting
For the end of the line

Life is a nightmare
Begging for mercy
Do not resuscitate
I live a lifemare
Begging for release
Do not resuscitate