Monday, March 28, 2011

Ideal life.

I shall sleep on your grave tonight.
My mind is nigh, my spirits sigh.
I shall weep on the turf you call home.
Also my home, all alone.
I shall dig up your love all bare.
Scratching the dirt, scratching the hurt.
I shall die in your sleep tonight.
Never forgotten, a cheery tone.

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