necrophiliac

1: its more of a song than a poem
2. it sucks big time,
2. im such an amateur

comsumed you were, too busy for me, alone all these years
forever and always cuts hard through my ears
what did you do those nights
ran away after all our fights, dissapearing for hours
your skin was always cold
and that smell who stuck to your hair of gold
those grass stained jeans you tried to hide in the drawer
that dirt stuck under your fingernails so sore

you are not who you used to be
you even say you would feel better without me
don't you think i know?
know who you are.

your shirt was inside out today
when you got a ride home late in my best friends car
i know where he works, dont you think i know?
he spends all his days there, at the funeral home
what a silly excuse, yours broke down and he tried to flirt
he told me the truth, you see
that he found you walking around
on a fresh mound of dirt

why were you so filthy, laura?
that smell again
that cold again
it was all over you...
death.

you are not who you used to be
you even say you would feel better without me
don't you think i know?
know who you are.

now i know.