at 10pm, I stared at my terrain,
Found hairs crying in despair,
Shivering as if they were beaten by rain

I heard a languishing song
Meant for those whom kicked the bucket
with a painful heart as they ring the dong

Death.... twas death
must have unleashed sorrow
to a house nigh the desert

A chunky orange man
Death calls to death
Its pitied not his fan...