DEMURE

She spoke with a voice like knives
Reciting lullabies in military cadence
Safe behind thin walls, wrapped up in silk and wool
In a fishbowl in a house that's on fire
And she said

She's not scared of me
I'm decomposing
Welcome home old friend
How was it this time

She wages war with her new red pen
Iron grip of time and death in a reflection
Safe behind thin walls
Where we can wait for the
Wild grasses to take back over
And she said

She's not scared of me
I'm decomposing
Welcome home old friend
How was it this time



Credits
Writer(s): Dallas Selph
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