Mary Jane Kelly

Mecklenburg

Mary Jane Kelly


I can see you, but you, you can't see me... 
I'll never let you get away with skipping by me on that summer day as I walked down the Third Street... 
I hope you think you're cool enough for all you've created, because it'll never last... 
And all you've built; it will crumble fast... 
while you're still breaking hearts, I'm plotting a place to hide your bones.