Dad, where did you go?
I hate that you're dead,
I'm angry you're dead,
I wish I could go and rest
In that coffin buried deep,
I wish to travel to your grave,
To dig into the Earth,
Open your coffin and
Crawl inside to sleep,
Beside you again, so cozy,
I wish to pretend we're,
Together on the sofa
Giggling and laughing,
A feeling fleeting so fast,
I wish to grasp,
Onto the only image
Of your corpse once alive again,
That would talk and hold,
The burden of your Death with me,
To hold me, my daddy,
I wish to open your coffin,
Lay inside and pretend again,
And again and again,
You and I forever best friends.
Jun 6, 2025
Jun 6, 2025 at 4:13 PM UTC
Dad, where did you go?
I hate that you're dead,
I'm angry you're dead,
I wish I could go and rest
In that coffin buried deep,
I wish to travel to your grave,
To dig into the Earth,
Open your coffin and
Crawl inside to sleep,
Beside you again, so cozy,
I wish to pretend we're,
Together on the sofa
Giggling and laughing,
A feeling fleeting so fast,
I wish to grasp,
Onto the only image
Of your corpse once alive again,
That would talk and hold,
The burden of your Death with me,
To hold me, my daddy,
I wish to open your coffin,
Lay inside and pretend again,
And again and again,
You and I forever best friends.
Please, pick up even if the line is dead.
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