Arsenic Pie
Date Added: December 11, 2007
Description:
We can rot out the winter In my grandad’s silo Use the golden grain as a pillow And dream away through February We’ll pretend it’s an island The sea is slowly rolling The warm breezes consoling These two tortured old souls But if you should die Would you please leave me your eyes? And an 8-track of your recorded lullabies I’ll abandon my worry At the first sign of snow flurries I’ll climb the ladder and bury my body In the bend of your body Eluding the sunlight We’re locked in by the ice Sharing tiny meals with mice I pray the spring will never come But if you should die Would you please leave me your eyes? And a feather bed to cradle my demise The fields are swelling with melting Soon we will be discovered A tragic mystery uncovered Rendered toxic Wagering our tomorrows In exchange for losing sorrow As long as we stay tangled We will go together But if you should die Would you please leave me your eyes? And a recipe for arsenic pie And a recipe for arsenic pie
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