someone has died in our attic

Sun, 01/28/2018 - 16:13 -- gvonfos

my love; this is tragic

someone has died in our attic

i saw it yesterday, on the news

you should have seen him, body bruised

 

to my luck, before it began, they had sent

someone to record us on the event:

you lost your head because of stress you said “it was automatic”

but i know what went through your head when someone died in our attic.

 

i painted you an ocean but it dried up

you gave me a cigarette but i got stuck

paint dries; i am your addict

someone has died in our attic.

 

you handed me a star but i got burnt

i held it grasped in my palms, but it hurt

fire burns; i felt static

someone has died in our attic

 

i gave you my hole filled heart

you then, in your attic, tore it apart

my love; this is tragic

someone has died in our attic

 

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