The Never Ending Search For A Hanging Corpse
Here lies a poem from the depth of my brain:
The Never Ending Search For A Hanging Corpse
The ghosts left the body hanging in the stairway
All wet with blood in the darkness surrounding
The people came home to what they believed was their stay
When in fact the ghosts ruled all bleak within
When it was sent for examination
It turned out to be just a little dare
The girl thought it funny down at the station
Whose body was it hanging from the stair?
Well the body not mine I can tell thee
Not funny nor happy yet sad but true
Now the body is left in all it's glory
Its revealed today that it's the corpse of you....
By Ben Jammin Trader
The Never Ending Search For A Hanging Corpse
The ghosts left the body hanging in the stairway
All wet with blood in the darkness surrounding
The people came home to what they believed was their stay
When in fact the ghosts ruled all bleak within
When it was sent for examination
It turned out to be just a little dare
The girl thought it funny down at the station
Whose body was it hanging from the stair?
Well the body not mine I can tell thee
Not funny nor happy yet sad but true
Now the body is left in all it's glory
Its revealed today that it's the corpse of you....
By Ben Jammin Trader
posted by Ben Trader at 8:15 PM
6 Comments:
crikey ben, how sad did you want that to be eh? very good though, bravo.
Well, you know me, shiny on the outside, dark on the inside! It's not supposed to be sad, just haunting and eerie. Cheers.
Cheers son, must have taken you ages to think of what to write!
Just like your mind! Well, just simple really!
is that estelle in the pic? or am i being a FOOL.
No, it's Estelle's brother Henry.
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