The consuming bells have begun to ring,
The knell song you like to sing,
Your frosty knives snipping my wings,
I shan't fly this spring...
The ticking hourglass is a toxic drone,
The sadistic pity you like to loan,
Your steely heart usurping my throne,
I shan't rule this frozen stone...
The burning ash has begun to rise,
The suicidal fire you like to devise,
Your teary gaze sucking my eyes,
I shan't see summer's sunrise...
The mortifying face is a murderous road,
The dignified ego you like to explode,
Your insolent shadow eclipsing my abode,
I shan't stay at my wintry ode...
The rains have begun, the words are out,
I've ended this happiness drought,
The grounds are bare, new seeds to sprout,
I've ended this aching bout...
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