United States
41° 29' 3.084" N, 87° 44' 30.7824" W


Dull tired numbness seeps into my bones

Cracking and breaking my beautiful home

Made of jade, bronze, imperial stone. 


My fields are filled with frost bitten flowers

Whose wails echo in my marble tower

Free from pain but not their final hours.  


They don't glisten redly against the snow

But stiffen slowly till the final blow

Filled with unrelenting ravenous cold.


Colors and tears show me the dead man's soul

When he starts on his journey no one knows

Now only his ashes haven't been sold.


Why are we brightest for the final time

Waiting on reapers to make us alive,

I've just woken up and now I must die. 


Taken for granted the things i deserve

 But now darkness is the lesson I'll learn.  



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