I had a dream quite beautiful and true About which I cannot say- Nevertheless chaos abruptly ensued The bed that once let angels visit then fleet Now chained me with ruthless prongs-grappling My head, my chest, my thighs, my feet And now, I can no longer rest For you or for me …Not truly. The world has shown its true colors And your heart is broken And you met the man, the mauler He has taken a part of you for good And I feel sick for the ones who cry each morning Who can lay their heads against the coffin-smell the wood And now, I can no longer rest For you or for me My poor friend, my darling. What about death is easy? I fear just the notion-I must be candid All those men strapped to the chair Their deeds discovered, branded, caught red-handed When death was easy, now no longer Do they find it sobering? As they shiver, do they wonder, as they quiver Do they even dare? I cannot be sure…not truly. I miss you so much honey, You died with him and spiraled deep into the earth A lost child in a shell-you are inside, tucked and curled And I miss you so dearly Will you ever come back again? No I suppose not-you’re too far gone You’re outta’ sight, outta’ mind, outta’ sin You’re some place far-a poor weary son And do you feel sad there? Do you even dare? My poor friend. I awoke from the wildest dream And now I cannot sleep All those white suits and the wicker basket, Those yarn woven pigs and you, the sheep And I’ve never felt more lonely But this was never about me Not completely …Not truly.

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