Mourning
The grass� fragrance early in the morning Slowly crawl like a heavy snake across My belly and it�s bloated with it My bare feet feel nothing at all They don�t feel the occasional prickle of vines And my tears are falling quietly That no creature could hear the shatter My hair is wild and free, Flowing in conformity with the indiscernible wind My heart is heaving, it�s pregnant With regrets, with sorrows and with ghastly pasts I cannot think of the future, of tomorrow I cannot free myself from this bout There are shackles bound to my hands While unknown beings eat my flesh So I feel the pain and so I can share the agony I persecute myself I am open to anything to support my self-mutilation� to make the procedure more excruciating and more unforgettable Because, now that you are gone, I cannot think of a life worth living. Copyright � Edlene Mogul aka Concertina 2003
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