THE STRANGE FRUIT
the sentiment is still intact
a golden cat, a photograph
to be full, full of spite
need to close my eyes to black the light
the images crawl up my spine
you left them there, tattooed in time
wrinkled up, thrown out for good
another note, I wish you would
tear apart like my skin
we were as free as we could be
nothing can take that from me
a heavy weight from NYC, a hotel room we couldn’t leave
all the ghosts drawn on the wall
onto my arms, the words were scrawled
a secret pulse between you and me
the strangest fruit that killed the tree
eyes that grow in the night
dilate when the pace is right
for you to shiver off that god damn cancer cough
we were as free as we could be
not even you can take that from me
we were as free as we could be
but too much aint enough for me
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