…an inanimate lyrics – yattering

an inanimate
blood – red spot
awakes curiobity
of the crowd p*ssing by
still warm pieces of
a short life
bits of human flesh
deprived of shape
reached by fate
enhances common fear
of the crowd p*ssing by
it’s fate breathes deep
it’s fate witers nearby
smoking and coughing
biting nails
he may recognize
half – dried drops of blood
and a smell
the exciting fragrance
of broken innocence
the tuth’s endangered
so off he goes
with a tear in his eye
and the same
question – why?
slowly he dissapears
among the indifferent crowd
p*ssing by…

/ yattering lyrics