Patched Jeans and A New Thriftstore Shirt
By DikeMent
You didn't want blood spilled on your coffee table. Then why'd you invite me in the first place? Just hand me some napkins, I'll salvage your dignity, Maybe I'll find mine as well. Keeping secrets kills the dead again. It re-opens soiled wounds. I peeked, Through your lock, without key. It was about 1:20. I waved my arms in the air, and screamed. I can't move my legs. Keeping secrets kills the dead again. It re-opens soiled wounds. Throw back my floatation device, I'm sinking like a stone in your cauldron. Am I an idea or a human being? Serve yourself lunch and dine with different identities, But hold me in the back of your heart. Please. Am I an idea or a human being? Keeping secrets kills the dead again. It re-opens soiled wounds. You're killing me, You're killing me again. You're re-opening all my wounds, All my wounds... Written April 13th, 2002 © on Apr 12 2002 06:26 PM PST 20 • 0 • 1
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"You didn't want blood spilled on your coffee table...."