Car alarm, takes the deep sleep causing grieve, awakening, the sleeping pill, offers till dusk, no¬† more unconscious relieve. A thief, stealing the comfort. can’t keep warm, blowing cold, on the solemn beating drums. heart’s war, Car alarm, bringing harm. Loved ones, kicking the farm, Dying is something, you better do in numbers.

  Tristan, chants and rocks. He plays a song stillborn on a crooked groom. “Look at me, why so gloom?” A demented laugh, prime evil. Compelling to be happy. Everyone is annoyed, frustrated because they don’t want to feel happiness. So they jumped the modern-day jester and broke his broom and jaw. So sorry Tristan, …

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