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Happily Gallows
Awake by twilight
7 billion people
They shan't say
Never would, never could
Bum jobs, spring time
Maybe they'd adore me
Remorse to think without me
Maybe if it were a funeral instead
Left a stain, running free
Blood, steaming brightly
Breath brightens by fumes
Like my carbon monoxide
Quiet lips safely to hide
Its easy to vanish in the sound
Met plenty of vermin around
Beneath the motel, diamond thugs
Having sex or selling drugs
They care not at all
If I ask a few failures
All dressed as I
See if she'd look in the eye
Flinching, twinkling tear
Down her chin, up his hand
Never slept in, lest it gain
Never taught to steal again
Humor among the gallows
Antoine Louis sleeping over
Somewhere in the hallows
Beheadings by the name
Whom is the name of he
The man whom apposed
Guillotine, end this man
She wouldn't speak
He wouldn't stare
Getting a line
Beneath a dimly lit-
Dark room floor
Never you mind me
Set adrift a departed head
A bottle in the sea
Suicide by survival
Or by refusal to change
I suppose its insanity
Getting high in a lowlife
Calling mother, any open ear
Better by next year
If not for the casket
Cousins crying from peer pressure
Someone looking to be reassured
But nay, the dead aren't cured
See her twinkling tear?
Down her chin, up his hand
Never you mind me
Running beneath the sea
Worm blood on the floor
Steaming with its odor
They were free as birds
Now stiff as my typed words.
7 billion people
They shan't say
Never would, never could
Bum jobs, spring time
Maybe they'd adore me
Remorse to think without me
Maybe if it were a funeral instead
Left a stain, running free
Blood, steaming brightly
Breath brightens by fumes
Like my carbon monoxide
Quiet lips safely to hide
Its easy to vanish in the sound
Met plenty of vermin around
Beneath the motel, diamond thugs
Having sex or selling drugs
They care not at all
If I ask a few failures
All dressed as I
See if she'd look in the eye
Flinching, twinkling tear
Down her chin, up his hand
Never slept in, lest it gain
Never taught to steal again
Humor among the gallows
Antoine Louis sleeping over
Somewhere in the hallows
Beheadings by the name
Whom is the name of he
The man whom apposed
Guillotine, end this man
She wouldn't speak
He wouldn't stare
Getting a line
Beneath a dimly lit-
Dark room floor
Never you mind me
Set adrift a departed head
A bottle in the sea
Suicide by survival
Or by refusal to change
I suppose its insanity
Getting high in a lowlife
Calling mother, any open ear
Better by next year
If not for the casket
Cousins crying from peer pressure
Someone looking to be reassured
But nay, the dead aren't cured
See her twinkling tear?
Down her chin, up his hand
Never you mind me
Running beneath the sea
Worm blood on the floor
Steaming with its odor
They were free as birds
Now stiff as my typed words.
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