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Your are My Death
The words were mouthed on your torn lips,
You hide by burning your fingertips.
You electrocuted my key on your kite.
Now the blood on my feathers won't take flight.
My bones won't decay if they are preserved.
This fossilized body has a lesson to be learned.
Your little lies guide me well,
Down the winding staircase to hell.
I seek refuge in your hand,
But you shove me under so i never see land.
Everything i need, everything i knew.
I gave it to my death, my death is you.
You hide by burning your fingertips.
You electrocuted my key on your kite.
Now the blood on my feathers won't take flight.
My bones won't decay if they are preserved.
This fossilized body has a lesson to be learned.
Your little lies guide me well,
Down the winding staircase to hell.
I seek refuge in your hand,
But you shove me under so i never see land.
Everything i need, everything i knew.
I gave it to my death, my death is you.
Published 2nd Mar 2010
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2nd Mar 2010 5:21am
I like the line, 'this fossilized body has a lesson to be learned'. Also, 'your little lies guide me well'. Good rhyming effect too.
