Father Death

Perpetual darkness

Thorough abyss

Singing, ringing

Echoing again and again

Far away, far away from here

Yet so close

Yet so clear




So plump a lip

So silk a hair

So soft a whisper

So raw a rear

So long

And so far away



A meadow day

For gone

I fade away

A rough touch

Gently, gently

I don’t mind fading away

So disappear with me

Let’s fade away together

You, me, and the Mad Hatters lullaby


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