Whose sadness is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch her frown.I cry hello.
The sadness is silent and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
Until then she shall not sleep.
She lies in bed with ducts that weep.
She rises from her ridden bed,
With thoughts of sadness in her head
She idolises being dead.
Facing the day with never ending dread.