Strangled Little Else

Apart from helping hands and needles, gentle voices
And open wounds that breathe
I'm strangled, little else
I married you, malignant but admired
A parasite undressed
Evaporated organs, you're the one not going home
Posing nudes for thieves and thankful, I suppose
I buried you an innocent retired from a broken home
Now rest

I held my father there
A weight carried where
I failed my father well
And escaped being helped

I buried you
As you surgically desired
You realize, confess
I married you malignant but admired
Through a stereo and then

I held my father there
A weight carried where
I failed my father well
And escaped being helped

I failed



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Eric Curfman
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