Dead Babies

Like lovers with dead babies,
We will hold on forever,
Never will we let go,
Of that what we want so badly,
And I want you badly,

Dead or not never will I,
Send you to the grave to torture myself,
I'm not ready for my eulogy,
As your not ready to let go of dead babies,
Dead babies we raise together,

Dead or not I love it the same,
Never to escape the agonizing pain,
I won't let go the bodies dead and cold,
Our bodies enslaved from the moment soul's sold,

Frightened though we may be,
Of fields filled with grayish mold,
We tread lightly between tiny limbs,
Limbs that separate all living and all dead,
These are the dead babies we raise,

by GracelessFall
posted on 07/14/2008