Speaking 6 feet up
Hollow is the knock on
the deep buried coffin.
Silent is the cry
Of a broken heart.
Determind, yet
lost
a spirit does wander.
"Going forward,
Backwards going -
ticking is the clock"
Old Reaper chimes -
Swirling like water
screaming as it drains.
Don't let the foolish men follow
or tell you what you can't.
Stray the eyes of Medusa
and those of her kind,
people as them hinder one's travels.
Solid is the knock
On the deep buried coffin.
Rage is the reaction
from pieces of the heart.
Broken,
Yet standing,
her soul tears apart.
How can one structure
The final good-bye?
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