Will you take me to the ocean?
Will you hold my hand?
And will you just cut me open?
And I'll bleed out in the sand.
With a far away expression.
In a foreign land.
What a pleasure to be homesick,
Beside the wanderlust of man
Whose secrets are you keeping?
And who is keeping yours?
What demon dogs are sleeping?
In the place beneath the floors.
Whose long dead heart is beating?
With a pulse that is no more.
Change all the tenses on the verbs.
Strange all the senses goodbyelittlebird
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 9:07 PM UTC
Will you take me to the ocean?
Will you hold my hand?
And will you just cut me open?
And I'll bleed out in the sand.
With a far away expression.
In a foreign land.
What a pleasure to be homesick,
Beside the wanderlust of man
Whose secrets are you keeping?
And who is keeping yours?
What demon dogs are sleeping?
In the place beneath the floors.
Whose long dead heart is beating?
With a pulse that is no more.
Change all the tenses on the verbs.
Strange all the senses goodbyelittlebird
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