I'm into bedtime now

kill me
done
dead
wrapped in a sheet
if they read this; what would they know
done
kill me
dead
and then we read into
what we do not know more than we could want to see
dead
done
kill me
and the music plays on with blonds who cry
red heads too
and brunettes just shudder

they know what happened
they know so
they do not cry

they spit with the ferosity of young men in green clothes with guns