The Search for my Legs

Friday, December 21, 2012

Murderer

You have killed me.
My soul lays dead, alongside god.
Did you not believe me?
Though you do not know, you died too.

The decaying corpse,
Trapped in this shell,
All I can do is mourn,
But promise to free it soon.

Posted by walnut at 8:18 AM
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