The crimson bucket, called a heart,
Has abandoned me this day.
For every inch, every part,
With which I used to hold those loved,
Finally deseased, once delayed.
Tears stain my cheeks, but not for long,
Another stream clouds them over,
Just like the mist, up above,
Sun shines no more,
Through the cover.
I never knew Death existed,
In the flower called life,
Why live when you can't love,
Why try when everyone's had enough.
My life's a blues, with it's up's and down's,
A long melody beckoning dread.
My head's stopped spinning,
the music has halted,
for my soul, has lost it's depth.
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