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Sick Mary
By Disassembly Boy
She walks with her sickness
Amongst Devils and Demons
But can she hear me
When I'm screaming?
It's time to tell you
What I saw
I watch her slowly
As she falls.
Overthrown
And all alone
She can't mend
Her broken bones.
A crown of shit
Rests upon dead hair
She can't hide
From her despair.
Her skin is thick
Her mouth pretentious
When she speaks
She spreads infection.
Oh, Sick Mary,
We can't heal you.
Oh, Sick Mary,
Are you scared too?
Oh, Sick Mary,
We can't Save her.
Sick, Sick Mary,
We watch her suffer.
*another old one*
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© 2008 Disassembly Boy
Published on Thursday, June 19, 2008.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Thursday, October 13, 2016, 10 Forty Three
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wrote:
"A crown of shit" haha.. wow. Good stuff. - 10:43
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On Tuesday, January 26, 2010, Dilated View
(583) wrote:
Excellent flow throughout. "When she speaks She spreads infection." Really enjoyed those lines. Nicely written.
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On Thursday, June 19, 2008, DIATRICUS
(64) wrote:
very nice...
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A former member wrote:
I like this one. ;)
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