This is my work in progress list… and how I keep track of my word count.
well I managed to get through the pad challenge. and as you can see I finished the Love themed volume.
this will be the next volume for love poetry. (some themes I feel like I need to keep a volume for.)
I had hoped Serena would be able to to bbe done with her volume by now but she still has 3 poems left to do. that’s probably going to be done by next week so I am sharing her next volume as well.
I only left kissed by Verse so you could see it was done. I will probably not have it or crypts secrets on here next week.
while I would like to plan on the poll for my nect volume I believe that will be after my surgery.
in my memory I am always here walking through the ruins of yesterday, wondering what I could have done differently.
seeing the broken beauty and knowing that I created all of this madness and masterpiece, I wonder if my life is but a mirror to forgotten things I need to remember.
Here I sit for all to hear Singing my history, In hopes that I am not the only one that learns lessons from it.
for forgotten history is repeated, and repeated history is nothing but tears. So, I will sing it as loudly as my voice allows. I will sing it as often as I may... And I will hope that I am strong enough to keep the memories alive and history at bay.
Don’t ever laugh as a hearse goes by For you may be the next to die They wrap you up in bloody sheets To drop you six feet underneath They put you in a pinewood box And cover you up with dirt and rocks It all goes well for about a week And then, your coffin begins to leak And the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out The worms play pinochle on your snout They eat your eyes, they eat your nose As you begin to decompose A slimy beetle with demon’s eyes Chews through your stomach and out your sides Your stomach turns to rancid grease And puss pours out like melted cheese You spread it on a slice of bread And that’s what you’ll eat when you’re dead And the worms crawl out, the worms crawl in The ones that crawl in are lean and thin The ones that crawl out are fat and stout Your eyes fall in, and your hair falls out Your brain turns into maggot pie Your liver starts to liquify And for the living, all is well As you sink further into hell And the flames rise up to drag you down Into the fire, where you will drown Your skin melts off as you descend And Satan tears you limb from limb Your suffering will never end And the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out They’ll eat your guts and then shit them out And when your bones begin to rot The worms remain, but you do not So don’t ever laugh as a hearse goes by For someday, you’ll be the one to die And when Death brings his cold despair Ask yourself, “Will anyone care?”
My 2 cents –
I used to adore this song….it felt like a poem more than a song .
Pattimouse 