Delta40
12-22-2008, 08:42 AM
Sarah is ill
She’s gonna break down
All her springs are comin’ loose
The lid won’t keep shut
In the blink of an eye
There! Look! Her handle is gone
So where can she go?
Without ribbons and bows?
Along grotesque crusty trails
she carves fresh paths of red
To bathe in her bottomless hell
Somehow she finds her way back
All compact
Completely Empty, you know
To slowly wind
And tighten her coils
Sarah is ill
Slowly…
Slowly...
Winding...
on hands and knees
Mothercare drops
lost, bewildered, stung
lagging behind
In another time
slowly, slowly she mops.
She’s gonna break down
All her springs are comin’ loose
The lid won’t keep shut
In the blink of an eye
There! Look! Her handle is gone
So where can she go?
Without ribbons and bows?
Along grotesque crusty trails
she carves fresh paths of red
To bathe in her bottomless hell
Somehow she finds her way back
All compact
Completely Empty, you know
To slowly wind
And tighten her coils
Sarah is ill
Slowly…
Slowly...
Winding...
on hands and knees
Mothercare drops
lost, bewildered, stung
lagging behind
In another time
slowly, slowly she mops.