Confidant #1
Dry bones bleed for wasted want
comforting my confidant.
Maggots feed enchanted croon
flowering the dead lagoon.
Baby, baby, what you got
cadillacs a waiting rot.
Grim things creep on busted haunt
begging for my confidant.
Worms shall keep all holy dooms
muttering in muted rooms.
Baby, baby, what I say
cadillacs a scary way.
Sorrows breed the ghoul of flaunt
grasping at my confidant.
Fatal greed in damp decay
fingering an aching clay.
Baby, baby, what you got
cadillacs my broken knot.
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