Piñata Way past the dunes at the edges of the black sea Lie countless corpses with the scent of hearts that no longer bleed Drag my body over the hills of sharp rocks and disease Until my face is drowning in the waves on the shores of adversity And beat me with the arm of a disfigured stranger As the vultures circulate in hopes to indulge their hunger For my flesh rots away with every blow you deliver My bones snap and ash as my body numbs into a tremor Pull me up by my hair and spit in my eyes Blind me from the infinite evil across the skies Angels shot in their hearts fall from cloud nine As you tie my neck to a rope and pull hard until I cry Gagging the blood I can’t speak to tell you to stop it And the tears hurt so much I bleed from my eye sockets You scream at me louder than the blast of any rocket Retrieve my heart from my chest and step on it after you drop it All is black until I open my eyes to feel a deeper pain Nails hammered into my wrists onto a wall to keep me away And you hurl rocks into my chest to block my lung’s passageways’ You pierce into my neck with the mouth that once was sane Take away the blood that boils just for you Watch it drip down your neck onto your shoes And tell me I must sacrifice for what I put you through Laugh at the necessary punishment because I’m overdue Dab my fingers in gasoline and toxic waste Ignite a flame so that the fingertips burn and melt away Saw off my head with your cynical, sharp blade Poor me a glass of cyanide and inject the liquid into my veins Kiss me with the lipstick of venom from a snake Insert thirteen drugs into my un-birthday cake Take my heart and my life for there’s nothing else to take I’m dying to be yours but the death is too late
First off, this entire piece is all metaphoric/similie-like grusome. The title comes from the way she beats the shit out of me like a pinata, hence the lines: "As you tie my neck to a rope and pull hard until I cry." She's basically torturing me the way she tries to be in my life even though we're not together anymore. And the way she rubs in that she's doing so much better without me is killing me and it makes me feel deathly upset. The blast of a rocket is loud; well, this girl is screaming at me louder than that...unrealistically speaking. I have approximately 364 un-birthdays a year [basically everyday that isn't my birthday] and she ruins everyone of them by sneaking in to my daily routine somehow and making me feel like shit. The glass of cyanide and liquid injected are just more ways to kill me. It's a different piece, I understand, and I don't expect anyone to really get it. It's one of those "either you get it or not" pieces.