Its weird.
When you're cold and lifeless I dont want to touch you.
You look so soft.
But I can't touch you.
Not because you're disgusting.
But because you scare me.
Because someday thats going to be me.
Someday they're gonna put ME in a box.
Filled with some soft stuff and a few of my favourite things.
and they will say
"Oh what a loss!" "Oh how we miss her!"
And they will beg for me to come back.
But I won't.
I didn't go to some place in the sky.
I haven't come back as a beetle.
I'm dead.
D.E.A.D
Never coming back. Not here anymore.
I don't think animals just die.
I think that out of any of us, they are the one who really deserve something better.
We put them in cages.
Lock them in houses.
Feed them a favourite snack if hey
"Roll over." "Play dead."
Or sit.
"The radio aches a little tune that tells the story of what the night is thinking.
It's thinking of love.
It's thinking of stabbing us to death
and leaving our bodies in a dumpster.
That's a nice touch, stains in the night, Whiskey and kisses for everyone."
 loverxOfxThexGir · Wed Feb 17, 2010 @ 02:50am · 0 Comments |
