Corpses in the Bunkbed

December 4, 2011
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When the hour reaches 7:20 am,my heart falls down the drain
And my gleaming grin slowly sinks like melting candle wax
Need of recognition,for me? Oh,that must be insanely insane
My eyelids sink out and my skin dulls in between the cracks
Twideling my calessused fingers abd my knees knocked together
Walking in between the wooden-shaped places of slumber
Knowing the rain would seep through the ceiling of feathers
But,my hopes capacity starts fading down in numbers
If only there was some way to wake these robotic spirits
To let them know I'm here to join the club forever
My complaints are useless,any whining and they wouldn't hear it
Pray to the divine fleeing one that doesn't need to be never
Life hits a new rock bottom everyday, it doesn't seem so
That somehow it only wants to tread through quick sand
Never wanting to apply the Davinci or Roman's code
Hope,hope,hope needs to be shiney or bow decorated so it can
Be ready to rub my sore neck as I hurt my body frequently
My self-respect seemed to have evaporated and sunk in deep red
The blood-turned sap in the centuries-old,ancient trees
Cause I can't take playing cards with corpses in the bunkbeds





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