The song of the world buried
In the hollow of the underneath
Boundless spaces of me
A tickle sometimes a prick
Made my spine shiver
In the ecstasy of some
Mysterious glee
A spun of soft wool
Or it can be the softest sponge
That absorbed my vibrancy
But never that ill smile
That was a lovely one
A parasite that fed on me
Like the heat of the sun
That sucks in all the strength
But you never blame
For you are not alive without it
I witnessed the spring, the autumn and winter
Carrying the treasure that born in my tum
But not so long that I
Was blessed to Have
The treasure for myself
The treasure for myself
To rejoice forever
The demons of filth
Find their way to me
And the glittering gem
Was snatched away from me
I followed them running
To clutch it back
But my foot were tearing
with the thorns of ferocity
They paved on the way
To cease my seek
I fall down to sit on the
Sharps that bleed me
To watch the black cloaked
Pass away far away
With my glittering gem
That made a few of my Days..!!
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