Grabbed by the hair
Drag through the dirt
Blacken both eyes
Break my bones, I don't care
Kick the ribs
Stomp on my head
Grip tightly my throat
Until no screams I give
Slap my face
Wake me up
Throw me in the box
Just another missing case
Bury me alive
Throw the dirt on
Hearing all the scratches
No way to survive
Listen, no sounds
Place the leaves back on
But be careful where you step
For now it's haunted ground
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC
Grabbed by the hair
Drag through the dirt
Blacken both eyes
Break my bones, I don't care
Kick the ribs
Stomp on my head
Grip tightly my throat
Until no screams I give
Slap my face
Wake me up
Throw me in the box
Just another missing case
Bury me alive
Throw the dirt on
Hearing all the scratches
No way to survive
Listen, no sounds
Place the leaves back on
But be careful where you step
For now it's haunted ground
Tired to give hard hitting intense images in short burst. Like the punches. Hope I accomplished it.
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