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Lay vacant in the dirt, keep licking your wounds Tear off meat from the corpses, feed off the 'what ifs' Waste away with ghosts of what could've been Let yourself disintegrate along with a future that never came to be Or Pick yourself up. Directly apply anesthetic on the flesh. Ready the tourniquet. Brush off the dirt. Walk through the graves. The dead cannot be offended. Cross over tomb stones Step on the flowers. The dead cannot be offended. Leave the prayer beads Leave the dampness of your cheeks Leave the begging and the screaming The dead cannot hear your prayers The dead cannot wipe your tears The dead cannot comfort The dead cannot be offended Do not dig up graves They are dead Leave them to rot Walk out. All the way out. Leave the dead where they are meant to be, and let life in.
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 11:46 AM UTC
Leave the dead
Lay vacant in the dirt, keep licking your wounds Tear off meat from the corpses, feed off the 'what ifs' Waste away with ghosts of what could've been Let yourself disintegrate along with a future that never came to be Or Pick yourself up. Directly apply anesthetic on the flesh. Ready the tourniquet. Brush off the dirt. Walk through the graves. The dead cannot be offended. Cross over tomb stones Step on the flowers. The dead cannot be offended. Leave the prayer beads Leave the dampness of your cheeks Leave the begging and the screaming The dead cannot hear your prayers The dead cannot wipe your tears The dead cannot comfort The dead cannot be offended Do not dig up graves They are dead Leave them to rot Walk out. All the way out. Leave the dead where they are meant to be, and let life in.
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 11:46 AM UTC
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