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Ten little dead things
Laying in the hall
Thin little black strings
Around the wrists of all
Ten tiny dead things
Little puppets for me
I’ve ripped off their little wings
So that they can’t fly free
These ten little dead things
Have been trapped for so long
Until death came to sing
A song to end all songs
Ten blackened dead things
We know of them as flies
Beneath the light the morning brings
Every last one dies
Ten little dead things
Forgotten on the floor
From the roof, themselves they fling
Because someone locked the door
Ten little dead things
Found by students of the school
With missing wings and broken strings
drowned in bloody pools
Ten forgotten dead things
Now we must ask why?
With all the students accounted for
Who is the lowly fly?
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- Title: Ten Little Dead Things
- Artist: onionio
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- Date: 12/27/2010
- Tags: little dead things
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Comments (1 Comments)
- HerrVelkan - 12/27/2010
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Girl... I don't know if it's because it's a poem talking about death, or is the ironic tone I couldn't help to notice in it.. but I loved it.
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