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Pillows Talk

Do you know what it smells like to die?  It smells like me
 
If only pillows talked-what stories they could tell
My pillow witnessed many a thing- in this life that I call hell
 
 
My pillow is a fluffy thing
without it-I can hardly sleep
 
I snuggle up-my sweet dreams near
Mind of it's own it has- I fear
 
My pillows such a harmless thing
Moves of it's own accord- it seems
 
And then-my pillow talks to me
It holds me down- I'm struggling
 
My hot wet breath fills up my nose
It smells like me when I explode
 
Fireworks go off in my eyes
then fade to black as- eye sight dies
 
With burning lungs- I pummel death
legs kicking hard- cloth steals my breath
 
And with it takes my worst and best
So ends my Ballet dance with death
 
Oh I know how it smells to die
It smells like me- I say goodbye
 
Then as my pillow gathers strength
I hear it's laughing voice I think
 
My movements stop-deaths not so bad
Till pillow laughing-sounds like DAD
 
LAST THOUGHT    LAST THOUGHT          LIFE UNFAIR
 
 
DADS DONE     RESTS IN EASY CHAIR
Written by shaunda
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