Creaking and cracking,
shaking and rattling,
the skeleton follows.
Hanging like a shadow,
or like a dead man in the gallows,
the skeleton follows.
With a blank expression,
that's quite frankly depressing,
the skeleton follows.
Just a memory,
of what I use to be,
the skeleton follows.
It aimlessly wallows,
with a body that's hollow,
the skeleton follows.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 9:54 PM UTC
Creaking and cracking,
shaking and rattling,
the skeleton follows.
Hanging like a shadow,
or like a dead man in the gallows,
the skeleton follows.
With a blank expression,
that's quite frankly depressing,
the skeleton follows.
Just a memory,
of what I use to be,
the skeleton follows.
It aimlessly wallows,
with a body that's hollow,
the skeleton follows.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
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