Death Dreams

The ladies in pure bright white,
The caring,
Would turn off the glaring light,
And the screaming would begin.
The caring,
Would attempt to calm again,
But nothing was soothing him
The dreaming
Of death to youth frightening
Till needles would make him drift,
The dreaming
Cast him down and didn’t lift
And morning would find waking,
The caring
Were the giving and taking
Giving life not understood
And taking
Away the pain if they could.

Gloom

On to the Many Bodies

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on to Dark Paint
on to Darkness Nears
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