:) Started this, first stanza anyway, like, months ago. Found it today, and finished it. Opinions?
Rotting corpses, dead in sheds,
Curled up in sheets, asleep in my head.
Blood seeps through and stains my mind,
From mute hearts, with mine entwined.
Twisted flesh and welded limbs,
A roar, a scream, the mocking bird sings.
I can’t stop running, my legs are
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