Murdered By Clothes
So stuck
Going mad
I’m dying
In a mess
And I can’t get out
This murderer was smart
And smarter than I
To tie me up in clothes
And sit back and watch me die
It’s mid-summer
And I’m sweating to death
I fight till fighting is weaken me
And I lay there, can’t breathe,
The clothes is wet from sweat
But that is all the water I have
Which is sad?
But I keep laying there till I die,
What and I
The one to die
Tied up in rags?
Come on now why.
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