Come in, tonight I celebrate
Your funeral. I bury love.
So now you’d better have
The final hearty laugh
And now “Hush!” and clasp
Those damned handcuffs.
Here’s your grave, I say
I wonder if it’s deep enough.
So go ahead and close the gate!
The coffin seems bit tough?
Or..just can’t stand the tame?
Believe, your days are gone,
And future draft’s too rough,
You’ll never be the same,
Your shine is next to none.
There is no way…I say
Stop playing with the gun.
i bury love
© Copyright: Oxyck, 2006
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