Burry Me
BURRY ME
Burry me with a bottle of gin
Carry my heart in its heat
My breath a mist so thin
Perfumed by its unholy deed
Burry me in a pack of wood
Let it burn and loosen
Its heat my soul’s hood
Its pain a learnt lesson
So when my sentence be pronounce
To languish in eternal fire
Its heat a ceaseless eternal rouse
My soul will bow with desire.
Copyright © Adzemye Moye | Year Posted 2010
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