The Last Ramblings Of A Madman

Suck blood from a stone they said

The poppies are red with blood

The marrow has gone from the bone

And tomorrow I rot in the mud

Trapped in a box of my own 

A mountain of dirt all around

Ground into dust as I groan

No one cares that I hear not a sound

Tears that I cry are forgotten 

Like tears in the rain they are drowned

Feeling my flesh turning rotten

As I am sealed like a corpse in the ground

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