Tired and abused; a line for the highers.
Do not look at the spider web, the stretched thin ropes;
They are simply mutilated hopes.
The black widow purrs, her fangs agape
Dripping in narcissistic wait.
Do not think you will escape.
A kidney, a lung.
Raped clean and sterile:
Think you can run?
Digging and clawing at your skin;
You want, you need this sickening bin.
The answers you crave, won't shave:
They live lie, and dead die.
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A note for a funeral;
A note for the dead.
A note for the sorrow;
A note for the bed.
A note for forever;
A note that will pass.
A note for you;
A note that won’t last.
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