ATMOSPHERE OF GRIEF
Earth, a
spinning cemetery
Homes are
living mortuaries
Posters of
obituary
Waiting for
everybody
As the our
glass drains
En-caved,
Enslaved to pains
My souls in
chains
My mind free
to wander
Drifts faraway
Jupiter
So cold I
shiver
Set my soul
free
From this
solitary
Confinement
called the body
Inevitability,
Craving for
eternity
Like a
vampire, certainty
Death is
surety.
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