Хрюкина (khrukina2) wrote,
Хрюкина
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prodolzhu radovat´vas Brutonom

Anchor Baby

There was a beautiful girl
who came from the sea.
And there was just one place
that she wanted to be.

With a man named Walker
who played in a band.
She would leave the ocean
and come onto the land.

He was the one
that she wanted the most.
And she tried everything
to capture his ghost.

But throuhout all their lives
they never connected.
She wandered the earth
alone and rejected.

She tried looking happy
she tried looking tragic,
she tried astral projecting,
sex, and black magic.


Nothing could join them,
except maybe one thing,
just maybe...
something to anchor their spirits...
they had a baby.

But to give birth to the baby
they needed a crane.
The umbilical cord
was in the form of a chain.

It was ugly and gloomy,
and hard as a kettle.
It had no pink skin,
just heavy grey metal.

The baby that was meant
to bring them together,
just shrouded them both
in a cloud of foul weather.

So Walker took of
to play with the band.
And from that day on,
he stayed mainly on land.

And she was alone
with her grey baby anchor,
who got so oppressive
that eventually sank her.

As she went to the bottom,
not fulfilling her whish,
it was her and her baby...
and a fiew scattered fish.

Tags: гендерноэ, готичьно, ржака
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