Bones, Bones.

Bones, bones, everywhere. I see the here, I see them there. No movement, No sound just bones, bones on the ground. Two people holding hands, on their fingers i see wedding bands. For true love caused their fate, I fear for me, it’s to late. I look at my hand, not soft and pink. I only see, I do not think. My hand now, hard and white. I fear my death, is tonight. Im slipping, slipping through my past, I only think how it never did last. Now i say it just once more now, my bones, bones are on the floor.

Bones, Bones.

Dez .

Joined September 2009

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This is about a man trapped in a room of bones.

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