postmortem
You were too late
I'm no longer a classmate
You're debating to donate
Or leave me to deteriorate
Strongly articulated and voiceless
Crumble my mental fortress
Delved into the depths of fortis and rigor mortis
I don't understand where the lack of thought is
You were too late
Now its nothing to debate
Postmortem in your hand
Now you're new to analysand
There's one difference, you can't do when im dead
Put two new bullets in my same old head
Drag me by the ankles to your safe haven
Sadly the deterioration may hasten
Copyright © Shay DOA | Year Posted 2024
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