Benton Harbor

Holed up in a swamp near Benton Harbor
A kill crazy veteran when they get me I burn
I don’t say anything it’s their party handle it
On the hush this daisy chain of murder
Something screwy in the shack of my head
In a slow boil backtracking Mabel even though
Mabel doesn’t fit in the picture there are still
Plenty of curves I don’t grasp that blowzy blonde
That blind dame they claim is named Justice
That pink rosebud they nailed on her forehead
That blossomed into a bloody veil things are
Fading out the floor and ceiling come together
I dive out the door into the black evening gown
Of the night

This piece was created utilizing material from “As Deep as the Grave” by Day Keene

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memory documentation and manipulation
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