| | You better make sure that knife is sharp, boy
Before you sink the blade into my back
Or better yet, my belly
Better make sure you gut me good.
But what do you think you might find
Among my entrails?
I buried them bones two years ago,
There's nothing here for you to see.
So dig that hole,
And try to divine the meaning of
The blood you spilt,
Oh, what a mess you made!
But this Ghost
Is going to walk away,
And leave you with your ripe and rot,
Your fool's tale,
And a dead girl who isn't talking. |
| | Posted 10/23/2007 11:28 PM - 5 Views - 0 eProps - 0 comments
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