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Black Day Lullaby

Man holding hatchet to head Building the chairs that scrape the clouds, angels scream You eyes sing, crow felt fleeing, the raven spells out Ave Maria Bellows out symphony, lover weeps, stains every blood white sheet Man weighing upon the ceiling fan, lover screaming,  Mother you're still pining, ever rotting, I'll carry that soul  As best a drummer boy could, as best an infant would The loss never gives, it's the shadow that falls about the floor Man broken about shattered cloud, you were the wall to this darkness I died in nights of weeping, rotted amongst the paper and pills Mother cease to sleeping, demons much more than verily creeping Boy brushed in bladed silver, blooming in rose pedal pools Death grip me tight, death guide me to sleep tonight Death lead mother gently, death is all left When nothing's right, love kiss me goodnight Break me now and ever I'm a ghost gone forever
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devon-baker
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Aug 28, 2011
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