Friday, February 18, 2011


Maybe it's pity
maybe it's sorrow
But you cant look up from yesterday to the morrow
Your heart stopped when the words were said
Surely he wasn't dead?
Your brain is buried alongside him.
Cant lift your thoughts to the morning
your eyes are so heavy with grief
The mourners are moaning
the birds, they are crying,

Death is nothing more than a Thief.

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