The smell of death approaches
as I walk across the stones
I'm looking for your name
and I find you all alone
Quiet in your grave
I couldn't hear a sound
Cannot say a word at all
when you're buried in the ground
All I had to say was
"May you rest in peace"
and took out from behind my back
and gift for your decease
A black rose to keep you company
in your deep black darkened hole
black just like the darkness
to decorate your home
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