Victim's Family
Fridge
I am the moldy piece of cheeseI am the rotten piece of meatI am the blue stuff on the breadI am the smell of rotten eggsRefrigerator of your loveI am the chunks of solid milkI am the lettuce, rotten and wiltedI am the food you did not eatI am the compost on the heapIn the garden of your loveOn the scrap heap of your loveI am the piece of chocolate cakeI am the chicken shaked and bakedI am the stale frosted flakeI am the Rolaids that you takeIn attempts to stomach love
From Letras Mania