I'm broke
Wearing dead mans coat
As a cloak
As a joke
Spoke with Faceless man
In the dark in the park
Need to be smoke through
These barrier rings
Need new songs to sing
Need to bring newer things
Into life's schemes
Need a new theme
Get what i mean?
Need a wrapper
To make me happier
Don't need any salt
Nor pepper
Nor sugar
Need a gun with bullets
Without a trigger
In life need the night
Coming to a close
Last breath up your nose
All for Lady Beth-Death
Need butch
Knife
Dull as butter
Soft as
My
Sister,
Brother,
Mother,
I'm a used up butter-
Finger
Wrapper!
- Author: Stray Bray Jaramillo (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 3rd, 2018 14:23
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 28
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