Your eyes are open
Yet you’re dead outside
Repetitive motion
delays the inevitable
You can be heard
Muffled, as if under ground
Changing of the garb
Drawing attention to the autopsy
not yet declared
Your eyes are open
Yet you’re dead outside
Repetitive motion
delays the inevitable
You can be heard
Muffled, as if under ground
Changing of the garb
Drawing attention to the autopsy
not yet declared