my love is a funeral
my love is a funeral
it is the black hat
atop the killer's head
it is the withered plants
above the ground,
reaching, recoiling
praised by man
a sign of hope
lurid red skims
the surface
above the sea of death...
it is the black hat
atop the killer's head
it is the withered plants
above the ground,
reaching, recoiling
praised by man
a sign of hope
lurid red skims
the surface
above the sea of death...