Damn near dead
Laying here
Still laying here
It’s brutality of a different kind
Forced cold
In this bed
Thoughts rattle constantly inside my gooey head
Sleep
Sleep and dream
Dream of things you want
Because all there is now are coffins
And earth on your face
Linen
Blood
Fake velvet
And lace
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Intriguing
"Damn near dead"; "thoughts rattle constantly inside my gooey head" - a soul refusing to let go, the body decaying even as it lays occupied? Wonderful concept.
