Death called from a distance.
Hear it echo more and more.
Offering little resistance.
Heartburn cripples souls so sore.

The bells they toll.
In hollow ears,
Inside a skull.
That's ringed with tears.

Listen hard, pray do hark.
Ears ringing noisily to internal calls.
The dogs of death they do so bark.
As each and every moment falls.

Around all the corners.
Doth live the lonely mourners.
(c)LIVVI