We were born to die alone in the dark
A dissected corpse, a desiccated heart
Loose limbs tightened with rigor mortis
Broken bones and emptied bawls
Becoming a morticians doll
To be posed and paraded before
Our loved ones
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
We were born to die alone in the dark
A dissected corpse, a desiccated heart
Loose limbs tightened with rigor mortis
Broken bones and emptied bawls
Becoming a morticians doll
To be posed and paraded before
Our loved ones
