“Lovely Death” Is His Name
His melancholic spontaneity won’t release me.
There’s more of gloom coming,
I am overwhelmed but this smile hurts my face.
Now he sings like a leprechaun
Brewing MADNESS in his pot of false hope.
Oh why am I here
peeping and weeping
grieving for his real name
While he dances in a humid hell of deceits
It is his home…..
He sings it like a DIRGE –
…is his name!
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