A life beyond death, a linger on cold lit breath There is always room, in the vacuous tomb. Pickled, Tinned, Sealed and Shut join Them. Mouldy, Oldie, out of choices way
You can stop looking at me like that you dont have the write Nothing more than an unwelcome echo for most a ghost deviod of fright Will you stop sitting like that
Frantic tries the door again and again catching Hopes eye as it watches on despondent, in spite of itself Love does the reassuring, that Belief and Spirit are still outside… its dark in here
They're toxic, Pyridinediamine and Diaminodiphenylamine multiple fissions of Phenylenediamine. Time to dye, a herded journey in unison allergic faces and counterfeit tan.