rotting corpse
put down to rest
before your time
I hold you hand
it remains ice cold
i feel your hair
its grown since yesterday
Life in death
your much to young
feelings haven't left
they have just begun
your much to cold
the smell of days is strong
how long will you last
why is something so right so wrong
I just wanna fuck you
in your deep sleep
I just wanna fuck you
when you can't speak
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