Not a Friend
Hey, I'm dead
they took my life
and didn't give it back.
Instead,
they put me in a grave
and laughed.
Miss me?
They wanted off with my head
their first bullet missed me
but hey, I'm still dead.
I'll haunt dreams
and take their peace
because they fear the deceased,
I'll become an enemy
not easily seen.
Hey, I'm dead
I live with 200 corpses
I'd take you to meet them
but I'm stuck with rigor mortis.
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