Leave them in silence

I'll buy myself some roses
To lay about my head,
Reality bitter in many doses
Has filled by heart with dread,
Time to put to bed my proses
The face mirrored is one long dead,
No tears as the coffin closes
But sing the 'Right of Misery' instead.

But I am dead, so shed no tear
As I am numb and lowered down,
This bed of earth becomes the lair
Wheres sorrows linger before they drown,
In a cavern within many a layer
Of worms feasting inside their town
Let roses mark one had a care
And let that memory e'er resound.

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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