i wonder if u even realize how beautiful u look singing those funeral songs
it makes me want to visit every abandoned grave
and put flowers on every barren tombstone
not for the dead
but for u
and how tender u are in ur grief
i worry about the time i have left in this body
sometimes it takes all the strength in me not to tear out my eyes or cough up maggots
i had to abandon my last vessel
because i slipped and broke all of my bones
this time i will be more careful
now that u are around
but i can't help wonder if u would leave red or yellow roses at my grave
or maybe none at all
would u visit me years after i was gone?
would u wake up in the middle of the night with sweat rolling down ur back bc u saw my face in a dream?
how long would it take u to forget the sound of my voice?
if i told u i would die without u would u stay?
or pack ur bags and throw a party
with a cake made out of stuff that falls from my body
people will grimly say it was a good party
while they wet themselves in the chairs u crafted from my bones
it's harder to be good in here
then it is to starve and die
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 8:13 PM UTC
i wonder if u even realize how beautiful u look singing those funeral songs
it makes me want to visit every abandoned grave
and put flowers on every barren tombstone
not for the dead
but for u
and how tender u are in ur grief
i worry about the time i have left in this body
sometimes it takes all the strength in me not to tear out my eyes or cough up maggots
i had to abandon my last vessel
because i slipped and broke all of my bones
this time i will be more careful
now that u are around
but i can't help wonder if u would leave red or yellow roses at my grave
or maybe none at all
would u visit me years after i was gone?
would u wake up in the middle of the night with sweat rolling down ur back bc u saw my face in a dream?
how long would it take u to forget the sound of my voice?
if i told u i would die without u would u stay?
or pack ur bags and throw a party
with a cake made out of stuff that falls from my body
people will grimly say it was a good party
while they wet themselves in the chairs u crafted from my bones
it's harder to be good in here
then it is to starve and die
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