The Contortionist by Lagwagon
In a chalk dotted line
Draw a kid, left behind
Severed limbs in harmony
Strumming from a few good deeds
Carry it to survive
To a bed half alive
Held before a dozen times
Deep inside a funeral for a friend:
Runs in portions like film clips
Run, run
Rundown the list
The memoirist
Like kindling
Burn, burn, burn, and burn down
I will stay inside
The saved
It's a good mourning
They will ignite you (soon)
The doomed
I will write for you
Of a boy, damaged goods
Of a bench, understood
For a spell, the soul resides
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