deadpie
December 17th, 2010, 12:35 AM
Bed was made and the boards were dusted
He slipped off his chair and bit on his tongue
Mother stuck her head right through the oven
And the journals were hidden next to the vinyls
She was a poet spending nights in hospital gowns
He was a son who never left the rocking chair
A husband that jabbed her with kitchen knife
Right through the chest and twisted the blade
The fetus was pulled out and tossed on the floor
Stomped on it's head and he stabbed her some more
/
Leaned my head against the frigid window
Eyed out at a man stuck in the blizzard
Counted on my fingers for each time he tripped
With another hand brushing at a book of poems
And I tried to silent the screams from behind
Hiding behind a fort of cum stained pillows
I'd suck up every piece of carbon monoxide
Out of Sylvia's mouth just to show her what she lost
Because I have nothing left for me
He slipped off his chair and bit on his tongue
Mother stuck her head right through the oven
And the journals were hidden next to the vinyls
She was a poet spending nights in hospital gowns
He was a son who never left the rocking chair
A husband that jabbed her with kitchen knife
Right through the chest and twisted the blade
The fetus was pulled out and tossed on the floor
Stomped on it's head and he stabbed her some more
/
Leaned my head against the frigid window
Eyed out at a man stuck in the blizzard
Counted on my fingers for each time he tripped
With another hand brushing at a book of poems
And I tried to silent the screams from behind
Hiding behind a fort of cum stained pillows
I'd suck up every piece of carbon monoxide
Out of Sylvia's mouth just to show her what she lost
Because I have nothing left for me