Thursday, 30 April 2009

Bathoric liberation*

She will cut that green rope
That ties her thoughts to your body
She’ll etch it into small pieces
So small, as if it never existed

You will not haunt her mind
She will mislead her senses
To talking you out of her system
To concealing you six feet under

You will not be her last
She has a long way to go
See she is eternal
As eternal as that rope

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