The Voodoo Girl

Her skin is white cloth
And she's all sewn apart
And she has many coloured pins
Sticking out of her heart

She has many different zombies
Who are deeply in her trance
She even has a zombie
Who's originally from France

But she knows she has a curse on her
A curse she cannot win
For if someone gets
Too close to her

The pins stick farther in . . .

everything back but you . . .

The handle on the living room door is broken, and I'm watching my mother fix it. It makes me realize how far we have come since he left. He's gone. Of course I still wish he was still here and it was the same as before but he's gone.

He's gone, she's fixing things and we don't need him.

mark ryden