Join Angels In Their Sky
My lips are stiched to each other, No secrets to tell to you, brother. Pain is weakness leaving the body, And tears only leave ink blotty. I bound my very own mouth closed, To leave behind words and idiotic "so's" Swords cut and leave you bleeding, The sight of your blood leaves you needing. Now I think it's time for the eyes, I need needle and thread of great size. Slash goes the sword, blood spills from a vein, And that blood carrier was one of my main. I cannot see, cannot, will not cry out, Nor will I spill tears, or will I shout. Vaguely I hear people near me as I die, Gone to join the angels in their sky. Written April 1st, 2002 © on Apr 01 2002 11:38 AM PST, Jennifer 0 • 1
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"My lips are stiched to each other,..."