I am the worst laid plans of mice and of men.
Somehow, I bury everything I love in words.
Until they can't breathe, until they can't speak.
And I hear their necks break in the hayloft.
The best laid plans. The best laid plans.
I always end up killing the only things I want to protect.
Perhaps I'll just keep writing, keep speaking.
And one day I'll be lucky enough to bury myself instead.
The best laid plans of the lovely and the dead.
Created: Mar 17, 2014TheSerpentTheCharmer Document Media