Done Dead Gone
Roses are red, violets are blue
when I dream of you
all I see is red and blood
around your eyes were full of crud
your scalp was stuck to your face which was all blue,
and you were lying down covered in blood and mud.
There was a dirty rusty knife, and it was stuck to you like glue
that is why I am reminded of Red and Blue
because the roses and violets covered you.
With bruises and scars that still bled
and a hole in you had on the side of your head
I remembered something you had said
while you bled and bled and bled.
you had said “If you stop I won’t forget to read that book you read,
and I”ll stop bringing up the things you’ve said.
But if you continue you must know this:
every first kiss always has an evil twist.
And after that evil twist you will have wished that you never asked for that first kiss
because after I’m missed
they will look for who had stolen the first kiss
and will eventually add you to the missing persons list
and trust me this, you will never be missed.”
once you were done dead gone,
i suddenly remembered how we had always got along
and I had suddenly forgotten our little song, as you lay in the sun all day and night long.
but you were wrong
you see, I was never caught;
because the story of you I’ve told the cops they bought and bought and bought.
