D.E.A.D.
Hair spread on my pillow,
I am a dead willow;
Ice smeared on my window,
I’m a broken widow;
Poison in my veins,
Leaking better days;
All behind sealed lips,
Drought between my hips;
Mind can only wail,
Won’t escape this jail;
Don’t come for my fate,
You’re always too late.
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