Dead Love
Love, dead love
I missed you this summer.
Cold, so cold
Winter is my mother.
So dance Dirt Man
I'm so alone this summer
Flesh to trash
your death is a cancer..
I watched you flee as I crumbled
wounded by your grace
So leave me dare not whisper
No room for mistakes.
SO DANCE NOW MR. DIRT MAN
Shovel her away.
Alone, so cold
Winter is my mother
No, hell no
I won't even bother
NOW DANCE, DIRT MAN
Fill the hole of another.
God damn not again,
The shovels all he remembers.
God damn what a friend
He buries all I remember.
So dance dirt man, She's in the hole and she's smothered
Copyright © Will Mccandless | Year Posted 2017
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