my heart now the morgue, lined with molded daisy petals,
the ones that are never answered,
I am here, can you find me?
wrapped in iron
caressed by razors
I am here, can you touch me?
such a pretty dress
mangled and lovely
lovely
knowing you don't care
that I dream of shining
like a dewy web
I am here... but you have forgot
and walk right by.
© KLF 04
