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Saturday, 23 August 2014

LAST WORDS

oh dear dad, here i come,
you too were someone's son,
so what i too die,
choked myself with your neck-tie,
or should i hanging it from the ceiling; just like you once did.

so my friend, please do not cry for me,
when i am gone; far from all this cruelty,
of this meaningless world,
thoughts are all dispersed,
please take care of my four turds,
i can't take no more; it hurts

i have grown; i have moan,
i have a heart that is stoned,
can't you see it in my eyes; i am crying all the time.

now good bye world, oh cruel one,
when i am gone; when i am done,
bury me under a tree,
in that tree i will grow,
and in birds i will flow,
then in air i will be,
finally.

i have lied; i have hurt,
i have a heart made of dirt,
can't you see it in my eyes; i am crying all the time.

i have dreamed; i have screamed,
i have fallen in between,
can't you see it in my eyes; i am crying all the time.






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