ErnestHemingway 0 #1 November 24, 2003 The Soul of Seven Teeth She lost her teeth Seven to be exact A murder in a hall He escaped intact The night like shadow fell Dig, dig, dig the holes Three seperate, each with care Buried lies her soul That dirt smells of decay What is this? he says A bone, an elbow, an arm God says it's okay With a smile he goes digging deeper, ever deeper Swallowing his breath His work is for the Reaper A place of rest he's found Nicely layed, sacred ground This, her shroud... He killed her because he should What would you do if you could? Would you find that ecstasy That which you seek? Or the absolute cold The evil that creeps. Which nothing do you prefer? The one that smiles Or the one that hurts? Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
