The Living Dead
She gets high on suicide
Cos that’s the aphrodisiac
Running through her veins
At some point soon
She’ll hear that tune
Pushing her nearer
To her doom
The note is already in her head
Recited from the living dead
Goodbye world
It’s time to go
I never had a chance
But don’t feel sorry for little me
Cos this is the day I finally see
Maybe next time you never know
But for now it’s time to go
Finally, falling fast asleep
Exactly like they said
The note now lying beside her head
The final extract it simply read
Recited from the living dead.
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