Dr Homut

That stiffly buttoned white coat, those eyes so cold and cut-throat. No leather latitude could quellunseemly feeling thus remote,or clever platitude dispelthe fear of here, and then to tote. Made numb, the mirror interposedthe place to spit, to speak, to tell,now pull those bloody champs of hell,and let the others rest enclosed.

by MattAnnis 2 years ago

That stiffly buttoned white coat,
those eyes so cold and cut-throat.

No leather latitude could quell
unseemly feeling thus remote,
or clever platitude dispel
the fear of here, and then to tote.

Made numb, the mirror interposed
the place to spit, to speak, to tell,
now pull those bloody champs of hell,
and let the others rest enclosed.