Requiem Poem by Daniel Bowyer

Requiem



Dies Irae I hum the tune
Yesterday they buried me
Durt in my mouth, no money for a box
The maggots keep tearing at my skin

But I never let the little things bother me

Sing a song that makes you cry
But I still live in the ground you see

My purge is over now so on the brightside

If I could feel now, I'd feel alive

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Daniel Bowyer

Daniel Bowyer

Leytonstone, London
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