SMOTHER ME
Do you know what it smells like to die? It smells like me
My pillow is a fluffy thing
without it-I can hardly sleep
I snuggle up-my sweet dreams near
Mind of it's own it has- I fear
My pillows such a harmless thing
Moves of it's own accord- it seems
And then-my pillow talks to me
It holds me down- I'm struggling
My hot wet breath fills up my nose
It smells like me when I explode
Fireworks go off in my eyes
then fade to black as- eye sight dies
With burning lungs- I pummel death
legs kicking hard- cloth steals my breath
And with it takes my worst and best
So ends my Ballet dance with death
Oh I know how it smells to die
It smells like me- I say goodbye
Then as my pillow gathers strength
I hear it's laughing voice I think
My movements stop-deaths not so bad
Till pillow laughing-sounds like DAD
LAST THOUGHT LAST THOUGHT LIFE UNFAIR
DADS DONE RESTS IN EASY CHAIR
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