Wardrobe

Villager: Livor Mortis

"If I told you once
I told you a thousand times my dear
Never to fall in love with a man
Who drinks from the well of despair

I thought from the very start
I'd made it quite clear I fear
Now you're righteously fucked
As you swing from the rope
At the top of the stairs

If I told you once I told you twice
I was held in the grip of incurable vice
Lips turning blue like the shade of your eyes
Limbs shudder and twitch as you met your demise

You must've looked pretty as you stepped off the chair
Pink satin slippers how they danced in the air
Your dainty toes swelled to an alarming degree
Hope you were thinking of me
Hope you were thinking of me
Thinking of me"

Paintie made by corkie


Art made by Svinn

Art made by MacaroniMayhem