My body lies
In state of decay
The room's full of flies
The sky's grey
Smells like death
What are you doing in such a horrid place?
Wanna take your last breath
Looking at my pale face?
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Lame Thoughts
PoetrySome lame stuff. Someone told me that I should write poems, but I can't write poems. But if you're intrested, you can read.
Lame thought #174
My body lies
In state of decay
The room's full of flies
The sky's grey
Smells like death
What are you doing in such a horrid place?
Wanna take your last breath
Looking at my pale face?
