The Real Ramona

Counting backwards I count you in I don't remember him I don't remember In time I rope you in again I try and turn you back through him I built a tower in my bones I spill the mortar through my home Don't let your heartbeat keep you safe No telling w

She colourblind tired eyes Her hallway aching She'll never move him - likes it that way He's just a walker and he'll never stop walking away It's not too soon he said, It's not too soon at all You might as well be dead he said If you're afraid to fal