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A hand around a cold, dead, arm waning fragile and thin Impressions of fingers on flesh, twisted, crooked, bent Across railroad tracks this sack is dragged, heaved, yanked- Like saddlebags; you walk with dead bodies attached to your hips You still have yet to question this I wonder though, if you did, would you see how much dead is attached to me? Everyone has a Past and like Death, it asks to stay Asks you to hold it's hand along the way To help it across mountain peaks and swamp trenches This thing, it even asks to sit with you on park benches There are a thousand empty wooden pews, but still, you let it sit, and this, this is where it will not quit -Yanking still, across garbage piles and sidewalk cracks, it even begins to ride piggyback Again, you don't question What do you see? Nothing, darkness, it's numbed you, blinded you physically It builds it's palace atop your spine, and evermore straddles between lines of harm and lie Breathing in pure battle cry DDD (11/26/2013)
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Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 1:08 PM UTC
A Castle Built From the Corpses of Kingdoms' Past
A hand around a cold, dead, arm waning fragile and thin Impressions of fingers on flesh, twisted, crooked, bent Across railroad tracks this sack is dragged, heaved, yanked- Like saddlebags; you walk with dead bodies attached to your hips You still have yet to question this I wonder though, if you did, would you see how much dead is attached to me? Everyone has a Past and like Death, it asks to stay Asks you to hold it's hand along the way To help it across mountain peaks and swamp trenches This thing, it even asks to sit with you on park benches There are a thousand empty wooden pews, but still, you let it sit, and this, this is where it will not quit -Yanking still, across garbage piles and sidewalk cracks, it even begins to ride piggyback Again, you don't question What do you see? Nothing, darkness, it's numbed you, blinded you physically It builds it's palace atop your spine, and evermore straddles between lines of harm and lie Breathing in pure battle cry DDD (11/26/2013)
Inspired by the song "Dead Body Moving" by The Devil Makes Three. Written in Atlanta, Georgia.
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Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 1:08 PM UTC
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