Rotting Underneath the Flesh
you open up a door
you open up a mind
shut out all the shadows
shut out what you find
and pretend that its okay
and fake that you are near
you'll never get away
your never leaving here
so bottle up your motion
and lock it deep inside
keep monsters underneath it
tell the devil he must hide
they're not going to accept you
they're not going to care
they think that your a loser
they point and laugh and stare
but stand tall like that in the hallway
stand taller than you should
keep practicing the woodwork
like the monsters know you should
Copyright © Kevin Smale | Year Posted 2006
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