"ah, you can always smell a graveyard"

i the abomination
twisted patchwork heap
of rust, rivets, and bolts
wed in flesh canopy landscape
buzz saw rib cage death ray eyes ejaculating putrid nerve agent
bile soaked esophagus pale green fragrance
esophagus pale green fragrance
of bitter cherub aftertaste
arms end in vices
takers of life
and legs
legs are for lurking
i the vile necrobot psychotic christ-like robotic return from the earthworms
and i've yet to feel an ounce of remorse or regret for the stains on what's left of these tatters
each one another life gone
oh aren't i beautiful
aren't i the end
i have many tools but i have saved the worst for you