The death silence
Is the one thing
You’d remember
If you were there.
But you are not.
Your long hair,
unwashed
And the party
Clothes stored away.
Because nobody
Is left to celebrate
The day evil
Eats the heart.
The death silence
Is the one thing
You’d remember
If you were there.
But you are not.
Your long hair,
unwashed
And the party
Clothes stored away.
Because nobody
Is left to celebrate
The day evil
Eats the heart.
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