Warm body

I want to leap into a story of unknown,
I want to dance with a Merry man not his ghost,
I’m tired of holding on to this body,
Yeah this corpse,
I’ve had it hidden, in multi-storeys, for so long ,
And under the table lays the floor boards,
Unscathed but warm, 
Im trying to be a better person but I’m torn, 
I hope he forgives me for being absent but still holding on, 
I try to keep it private I don’t want many people to know, 
But here he sits with me at the end of the table eating dinner, 
like I don’t need nothing more, 
crack the bottle pass it over 
he gave it a pour, 
He thought it was over never over here we mourn, 
And I gathered all his belongings left them with him, as I held his fingers and closed the dustbin, 
Rubber gloves and rubber ducks from washing up the dirty shower floor, 
I want to leap into a realm a story of unknown, 
I want to dance with a Merry man and not his ghost, 
Yeah I’m tired of holding on to his body his corpse, 
I had it hidden, in multi-stories, of this house,
for 
so 
long.
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