i sing the dying swan's song
listening to the mantra of sobbing souls
a wretched soul, i saw one that is tragically beautiful
the rythym of the mantra slows down
quieting the spirits as they attend to a corpse
then in a sharp and hopeless cry
the scream their dirge
the soul sing to the dying
bloody tears show their misery
and i saw myself, my body
it was out there, lying inside my morbid bed
as a priest stands beside my body
chanting the rites of the dead
int he quiet dawn of my sedated nightmare...
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