Mr. Buchanan, Pt. 2

The sun burns on his skin
His back breaking all the same
Is it a grimace or grin?
Welcoming the pain

That last attack left him reeling
Catatonic, void of feeling
Taking in his surroundings
Corpses make poor company

It's a party of four
Steeped in silence and gore
The hinges couldn't hold the door
It's a party of four
With three bodies on the floor
But it's not here anymore

Where the fuck they leave it?
I've searched the entire place
All I want is the locket
With the ring and picture of her face

That last attack left him reeling
Staring at the hole in the ceiling
He reaches into his pocket
I think he found the locket

It's a party of four
Steeped in silence and gore
The hinges couldn't hold the door
It's a party of four
With three bodies on the floor
But he's not sure what he's killed them for

I've found the ring



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Writer(s): Andy Stevens
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