Yet another hole
Broken arms
Wrists are no longer smooth
Mannequin face
Black box
Black ribbon
Black tissue paper, chest
A coffin is all I need
Or a crate
I'll even dig my own hole
Good and deep
Fill it with concrete
And plant grass over so no one remembers
I'll be perfectly fine down here
Besides its nice and cold
Just the way I like it
No different than the way you've treated me
Wrists are no longer smooth
Mannequin face
Black box
Black ribbon
Black tissue paper, chest
A coffin is all I need
Or a crate
I'll even dig my own hole
Good and deep
Fill it with concrete
And plant grass over so no one remembers
I'll be perfectly fine down here
Besides its nice and cold
Just the way I like it
No different than the way you've treated me
posted by The Surgeon at 6/07/2005
2 Comments:
hey, i like your writing. i can i guess the word is relate but i dunno. i get it. ya know?
thank you.. i value comments
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