Her presence I do
crave; back to another birth,
I can see the coffin
being hung low,
A truly inevitable
blow with the shade of a dark glow,
Like echoes of gloom
and darkness that has come to bloom
Like dropping a
diamond in the sea; No jolly for your pocket to see
A loss that forces a
smile; a relief unexpected
For this funeral is
a celebration of triumph,
The undertaker gives
me joy immeasurable,
My tribute is
simple; Rest In Pieces
My heart beats like
a sweet jingle; Best forgotten like a bad disease
May I piss on the
coffin please??
Call that Freedom
and Justice,
Embrace the evil
smile creeping over my face,
The death of a
blaspheming whore,
She is work! Yes,
just like an annoying chore!
Every smile is like
going to war,
Bitter-Sweet
Bitter-Sweet; she is dead to me!
She was a nightmare,
a nightmare: Hell's epitome!
She served me
roaches on Movenpick's plate,
I know you can't
relate,
But hear this, she
breathes yet still like a dead zombie…
Like a werewolf she
comes alive every full moon but this is no movie…
She is a bad
hangover from a bad night that started really great,
I cover the coffin
with dirt enjoying my own sweat,
I'm at this funeral
alone because you died to me alone,
And after this
21-gun-salute, Just know for sure...
I'll walk away like
a bad comedy show.
-Yesssirr-
Comments are welcome
....creativity...
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