The Shadow knows.......but the dead aren't talking.
exactly when and where was it you felt
the first filthy maggot enter your body
was it through your eye sockets
your blue but dead eyes
that so sought out the drama
as they desperately needed relief
from your everyday mundane routine
frustrated and so filled with boredom
exactly when did you first notice
your heart had stopped beating
and that you had stop breathing
....that you lived life like a zombie
your skin a pasty and lifeless color
defiantly you painted your lips red
and your yellow dead nails dark black
in your feeble attempt to gain respect
exactly when did all your other lovers
first surmise the terrible truth
which you buried and entombed
deep within your selective plot
with words of contempt and hatred
yourself my dear did exhume
your boney past of cries and lies
as you clawed your way out.....
Note: as your agent
please be advised
the novel is now complete
with your literary suicide
Copyright (c) 2007 Ted Sheridan
Ted Sheridan
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