Saturday, 3 August 2013


Sometime after winter has passed
When the ground is softer and the days last
That's where I'll be found, 
Lying dead upon the ground 
That's where I laid my last 
When I cried and rued the past 

When the rain has washed away my blood
When the words I wrote are understood
That's when I'll be found one day
When the air is clogged with the smell of decay
You'll find me dead on the ground
I died there alone without making a sound.

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