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LUNGSandAIR — WouldThereWereAHoleInMyPocket
Published: 2010-04-26 10:21:04 +0000 UTC; Views: 69; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 2
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Death sits in my pockethumming a wistful tune
he likes to keep me on the edge
suspended before a fatal swoon
he likes to slip into my mind
he pries through the secret things
the bed where I lay my hopes and dreams
is where the malicious echo of his laughter rings
before he rips me open by my weathered seams
I never know when he'll cut in
yet I certainly know when he's there
pretty pictures painted blue
will fade beyond repair
and all of those whom I have learned to love
I'll see with eyes made new
they sit there now limp and cold
and I don't know what to do
I close my eyes and my heart it shutters
though I know their hearts still beat
"but if they don't" cruel Death taunts me
and he knows I face defeat
though when I'm tired and set off to bed
the sun's been drowned by dismal gravity
and I've mistakenly perceived that I have cleared my head
he chooses now to prey on my sanity
for his greedy mouth to be fed
He whispers of taking me in my sleep
so that I lay awake all night
wether my eyes be dry or I lay and weep
wether they be wide with fear or shut closed tight
they burn inside their sockets
all because of one little man
who resides in my right pocket.
