Midnight falls on everyone.
Graves are full by morning sun.
Stars that sprinkle - headstone shine
- on you.
Fingernails so perfect red
Lip gloss dripping from your head
Toes that blacken when you're dead
Scratching, scratching -
Coffin Lid
Dancing shoes in the corner now
Dreams and hopes forlorn us now
Screaming eyes - put to rest
Hoping that our souls are blessed
Hoping that we passed the test
Morning sun,
Morning sun,
Has come.
Graveyard quiet.
Scratching done.
Goodbye.
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