• The Other Side •
Wunderneath
Underneath the layers of an imagination,
Coffins have become a scary fascination,
To the point of going there on a vacation.
Perhaps, there's a privilege for the dead,
Without the worry of words being said,
Where only insects can get in their head.
Coffins have become a scary fascination,
To the point of going there on a vacation.
Perhaps, there's a privilege for the dead,
Without the worry of words being said,
Where only insects can get in their head.
