I woke today
the bones did ache
No aspin
for my shakes
So I cut a hole
to let the sunshine in
The flowers fake
Someone unknown
made the window
shatter . . . break
Still the moon just laughs
on and on
Take my words
do your best
The cockroaches
own this place
I'm the boric acid
here now have a taste
The wheels roll round
they hum a sound
Please hold
these memories
As I dig deeper
this black soil gound
Slap my face
break my arms
Petty now are
your charms
Still I will not connect
to your weary harm
The great green gate
The red alley way
The moment I doubted you
Will I now reboot today's
Graves
On top the hill
Black soil ground
dig me down
dig me down
dig me down
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 9:43 PM UTC
I woke today
the bones did ache
No aspin
for my shakes
So I cut a hole
to let the sunshine in
The flowers fake
Someone unknown
made the window
shatter . . . break
Still the moon just laughs
on and on
Take my words
do your best
The cockroaches
own this place
I'm the boric acid
here now have a taste
The wheels roll round
they hum a sound
Please hold
these memories
As I dig deeper
this black soil gound
Slap my face
break my arms
Petty now are
your charms
Still I will not connect
to your weary harm
The great green gate
The red alley way
The moment I doubted you
Will I now reboot today's
Graves
On top the hill
Black soil ground
dig me down
dig me down
dig me down
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