Playing dead
Playing
dead
Playing
dead and the blood seeps hauntingly through
The windows, creating dreams of bubblegum
And fancy quotations.
Mind games twist the truth awkwardly
And I play dead.
The windows, creating dreams of bubblegum
And fancy quotations.
Mind games twist the truth awkwardly
And I play dead.
Playing
dead, empty children’s faces ,
Tears run idly, mouths scream repetitively,
Not quite comprehending.
Tears run idly, mouths scream repetitively,
Not quite comprehending.
Playing
dead, aching to play life.
Smoking sensations ooze out through
The merry go round,
Childhood left trampled, dirty, damaged.
Playing dead.
Smoking sensations ooze out through
The merry go round,
Childhood left trampled, dirty, damaged.
Playing dead.
I
play dead,
Life holds no further relevance.
A passing blur in my darkest cavern,
And a rhythm beats on and on
Like my heart once danced
But no more as I play dead
Life holds no further relevance.
A passing blur in my darkest cavern,
And a rhythm beats on and on
Like my heart once danced
But no more as I play dead
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