She tried to cover it up.
But I can see every pore on her face.
Sat on a smile
swimming in flowers and lace.
Drag me down
I'll bury you
like you always wanted me to.
I'll stretch your soul.
Fill in room for more.
Set it on the table by the bed.
"Cut me through"
but you'll sleep it off instead.
Say it's a phase
but you'll think it everyday.
She fell upon the bed,
flies inside her head
She flew into a web
but the spiders there
were kind of scared
for she was already dead.
Burn the corpse through
That's what you should do.
Feed the pieces to wandering geeses
And form a different view.
She is not alone.
The world is overgrown.
Stab first,
into me.
I'll tell you what I see...
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