Waiting to go
6ft under the ground
Waiting to
Lay its burdens down
Been way to long
To be around
Time to leave this TOWN
Then maybe a smile
Instead of a frawn
This soul
Had no control
Fell into a deep dark hole
Once it goes
It will finally feel whole
Everything it chose
This soul
While walking the streets
So many
Troubled souls it meets
Wanted to ask
But did not impose
Just handed them a black rose
Carry on
Them as well
Will soon be gone
The result
Of
Letting the Black Swan spawn
These troubled souls
Listening to the songs of the black crow
As the wind blows
A troubled soul
Knows
When
It's time to go