In the deep dark abyss
Where survives only shallow
All those pieces I miss
Laying under the cover.
Cover hard, cover stiff
Cover made out of stone
It is guarded by grief
And metallic cold drone.
And there are nothing more
For a miles all around
So I'm staying here sore
In a fear to make sound
buried
© Copyright: Карел Клод, 2017
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