Hardly does a pain

 

 

Bring silence

 

 

Laughter is left over

 

 

Dead people grasp

 

 

With out thought

 

 

They can only see

 

 

Death into eternity

 

 

And fading

 

 

I see

 

 

Nothing like a raisin

 

 

A melting chasm of

 

 

Absolute nothing

 

 

Conclusions are hard to find

 

 

While drama unfolds

 

 

Sick rose of Velencia.