Rotting Tree Poem by Crazy Eight

All these things that make me
Will bleed out from my rotting tree

Love is conceptually forlorn
As I have been since I was born
People f****** choose to hate
Leaving me forced to annihilate
Sickness and war are such as shame
But it’s all a part of the daemon’s game
I am misanthropic - but darling you can prove me wrong
But if you’re a shrew trick - than I can say that I knew you all along

All these things that make me
Will bleed out from my rotting tree

Come and meet… Come and meet my shadow
He dwells in my spiritual ghetto
Breaking the motherf****** surface for air
Apathetic? He will make you care
You who I view from my cracked window
Why do I only see you by my side?
F***! My neuroses crescendo
And all I got is this impulse to stay alive

All these things that make me
Will bleed out from my rotting tree

All these things that make me sad
Will one day make me f****** mad
And when that goddamn day arrives
I suggest that you run for your lives

Cherish me in all my misery
Hold my hand as I go to sleep
When I wake the sun will peek
And yesterday will still be dull and blurry

Cherish me in all my misery
Hold my hand as I go to sleep
When I wake the sun will peek
And tomorrow will bleed from my rotting tree

All these things that make me
Will bleed out from my rotting tree