Dead
A walking corpse
No sign of life
Can hear my heartbeat
But, it looks lifeless upon gaze
Because you threw it in the incinerator
And blackened it
Now walking through the red velvet forrest
She looks around for the one that smothered her
And closed her coffin
Dropping black rose petals on the way
So he can find her again
Copyright © Courtney Dyer | Year Posted 2007
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