I May Be One
Who Does Not Care.
Too Late For Life.
Too Late For Love.
It Blew Too Hard,
It Has To Go.
A Little Through
My Lips And Throat.
Never Anymore.
The Dead.
The Hush
Of Wood.
The Knock
Of Echoes.
I Wonder…
Why Do Men
Hate To Die?
When All
This Boy Wants…
To Lay
Six Feet
Under This
Cursed Ground.
Where Tears
Water The
Scarlet Roses
Pushing Up
The Fertile Soil
Where I Lay.
Tomorrow Death
Will Come
And Stay.
But For Me….
Tomorrow Must
Be Much Too Long