24 July 2012
Lying here upon the bed, a pitchfork sticking through my head
He came to me whilst it was dark and rammed it through me to leave his mark
As twisted eyeball watches him, My skull now cracked and broken in
He sits a while to feel his power, then quietly leaves to take a shower
My body lays here, no obvious sign, that heart inside has ceased to chime
But when you look upon my face, this twisted, broken-up disgrace
Remember how it came to be, that I was murdered while asleep
I never should have done to him That terrible thing....
Next time I'll know to give them back, or the lender just might crack!
I realise now just what went wrong - His secateurs I kept too long!
Copyright of Caroline Stanley, 24.07.2012
Give Them Back! • Opuss № I