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letra de voices from hell - beans

i woke up to find myself out of the house w/no
shoes walking north towards i don’t know
where – i’m not in the house – i’m out of
the house w/o shoes – i remember it
being early morning – if i had to guess –
possibly around 5:44am as the sun is about
to greet the day so i keep walking
and walking and walking and walking
until i find myself walking along the
ramp of a highway – i couldn’t tell
you which highway it was –
i must’ve stepped on something sharp
and unpleasant as i’ve begun to limp
yet i kept walking – h-ll is me –
h-ll is me – h-ll is me – this h-ll is me –
i found a piece of wood to st-rdy
myself along the curvature of the highway
but i don’t stop – i relieve myself
-a line of urine trails behind me
at first it was warm but
now it’s discomforting –
it’s getting damp and cold
quickly sticking to my leg w/ each
movement exaggerating my limp
yet i dare not stop –
h-ll is me – this h-ll is me –
this h-ll is me – what compels me
nowhere to move but forward –
i ache yet i move forward –
perhaps the driver didn’t see me
as i got clipped by a car
as it drove past propelling me
into the air landing into a ditch
i lay in a ditch wanting to but
didn’t move – this h-ll is me –
this h-ll is me – as the foot
that was injured started
throbbing incessantly –
aggressively – along with the rest of me –
this h-ll of me – this h-ll of me –
i didn’t cry for help i didn’t scream
as it thrust me into the air –
i knew when i landed that my
injuries were life-threatening –
i landed flat on my back –
in the aftermath, i resign myself
to my fate to lay in this ditch –
perfectly still making no
attempt to move or help myself –
i never left that ditch –
months pass –
my body is discovered –
half of who i once was is
gnawed away and in an increased
state of decomposition –
my face was literally trail mix –
it had become a buffet for
deer, raccoons, possums and other
assorted road side animals –
i don’t know why i didn’t leave
the ditch or why i started
walking –
i don’t see the children –
my girlfriend has come to the
morgue too identify me –
this h-ll is me –
with my face a half-chewed
sandwich – i’m surprised
that she made an identification
because i hadn’t any other possessions
on my person at the time –
it was the necklace that confirmed
my identity – the custom necklace
w/ my name acts as a signature –
for who i once was –

- beans

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