My sweet little woodpecker, beat your wings close to my head
I can hear you whisper about how inside, you feel dead
The red! Oh the red!
It's dripping down the walls
Sing softly, my pet, or don't sing at all
Gently now! Be careful, if you pull too much, it'll tear
If it rips, then grounded I'll be, deep down under there
The spirals are twirling, I can feel it in the air
We'll die like this, you know?
Choking on a hair
Living in a wonderland
Is it any wonder?
The dead men sing their happy tunes while painting each other red
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Poems by ME
PoetryA bunch of Poems that I wrote. I hope you like them NOTE-goes through a lot of edits EXTRA NOTE-I probably have made a spelling/grammatical mistake so please don't be afraid to tell me
