Living Death
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I'm bound by this obsession Your sticky lips, pale eyes Inspired by a lunacy Morbid and uncontrollable Shrieks in a dream that never ends Pictures of you that will not burn Someday soon I've got to learn A pretty little package, my pale obsession A haunted ghost in faded jeans Your memory kills me You'd turn in your grave if you ever knew The whom and what that I've become My darling, my darling You're gone and here I sit Controlled by a lunacy, a morbid desire To set this whole damn place on fire You're gone, you're gone; but still I sit Galled to the shadow of yesteryear I'd lie on your grave - scream your name Make sure this world never forgets you But they'd lock me up, pad the walls Dumb down the obsession with pictures of flowers Kittens...ink blots...clowns So I scream in silence for you, Jane Death is often beautiful But living death is never pretty

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