Dem Bones

Can you count my ribs for me? 1, 2, 3, …

Grab me by my hip bones, snap them, set me free?

Can you handle breasts once full

Now void of Goddess magic?

Can you play a song for me something kind of tragic?

Can you gently place your fingers upon my protruding spine

Hold me close and tell me everything is fine?

Can you take the hollowness deep within my soul

Fill it with some hope,  just fill this fucking hole?

I like dem bones I’m seeing, I like to watch them grow.

I like to see the skin shrink, stretched out tight like a bow.

My way of dying may be boring and even kind of morbid

But in the end it will be me that finally feels rewarded

Now my casket can be carried with ease

Like an angel with silver wings

I’ve lightened the load for you and me

Dem bones have set me free