Saturday, November 08, 2014

NIGHTMARE TO MARRY


Momma, Daddy
I have a syndrome of sorts
My mind swam out
Many million miles
And won't come back
(Branch burnt black)

Momma, Daddy
He is a fish of sorts
But he loves the shore
Flashing black and white
He rode the tide in
But never out again

I want no memories
Just these nightmares to marry me

Momma, Daddy
He’s got carrion of sorts
And I got rings of his teeth
Rotting black and white
Hang his hat on the rack
(Table burnt black)

Momma, Daddy
I have a syndrome of sorts
I want to ride the tide out
And never back again
Swim many million miles
(Branch burnt black)

Momma, Daddy
There is a monster out on Cisthene
Maybe she can stone me

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