A blanket called Loneliness
Wrapped around me...
There is a disease that haunts the poet and drives...
A chronic condition which drains the bearer and...
Roses are red
Violets are blue...
A reflection of emptiness he was
His life always put on pause...
Dawn turns to dusk,
The ground turns to fire...
In hollows oblivion
I see all truth...
I try to run away from town
These dusty roads and rusty crown...
I may have become bitter,
and as cold as ice...
Your heart lies among the primroses
Taken swiftly by swift hands...
You didn't come to apologize
for last weeks catastrophe, you...
So peaceful is the dark,
So quiet, so serene...
I am simpley mad
mad at he world...