Pitiful Slumbers
Poisonous cries,
Candle light dies,
School girls gather
On the run~away.
Black eyes die,
Too sad to cry,
Four boys run astray.
Wrinkling, wrinkling
Aftermath.
Prancing thorugh the
Smoke in a dance.
Shaking, shaking
Shivering,
Upon my enchanted rings..
To die, to live
Peacefully
We all wished to be
Bur~ied.
The dirt covers
Mother’s arm.
Gracefully warmly,
Dust is circling, circling
Upon my silver dreams,
So smile just for me…?
Please………
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