im in a bodybag
im being forgotten here on this cold table
im waiting for ressurection
but a zipper pull assures im dead

im in a bodybag
im wrapped in skin
and lies you told me
you whispered them like lullabies
while i saw the mirror crushing me
you whispered my last word

im in a bodybag
im being forgotten here on this cold table
im waiting for ressurection
but a zipper pull assures im dead

reasons for death
have fun with this question
toy with the minds that determine my
fate
am i to be remembered, buried,
burned or tossed.
you twist the question on your tongue
this is not my choice

my final wish was not foe me to die...
it was yours...

im in a bodybag
im being forgotten here on this cold table
im waiting for ressurection
but a zipper pull assures im dead

-Erin
Miss_Lithium