Treasure Island

Corey Mason

(September 1st,1991)

Tainted Death


Upon a death bed,
A girl was given a ticket to heaven
And it said to lie
In the bed that she made

To see this world,
Unfurl in what she’s done
To see her life,
Showing all that it rot

That what she once was
Could be no more
And that life
Was blown away to die

But her obituary was on the front page
A massive outrage unfurled
None would morn
This death of a beast

To show any compassion
Nor any love
To a child of tainted blood
Lying upon her drenched death bed

Submitted: Tuesday, April 21, 2009
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