Bob and Alex Eichen
Owed To E. A. Poe - Poem by Bob and Alex Eichen
Oh the red, red red, red
It only hurts when I laugh.
I try not to laugh.
It hurts when I move my arms.
I try not to move.
It hurts when I move my legs.
I try harder not to move.
It hurts when I breathe.
I try not to breathe. Oh, but I must breathe!
My head! My head! It hurts when I think.
I try not to think. Oh, but I must think!
Oh the blackness, blackness, blackness!
I try to move my arms, but I can't.
I try to move my legs, but I can't.
I try to breathe, But, I can't. Oh, I must breathe!
My head! My head, it doesn't hurt anymore.
I laugh! I laugh! It doesn't hurt anymore when I laugh!
The light! The light, light, light, light!
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