Cause Of Death - Poem by Sivvelyn Ohirun
My eye meets the morning glow,
The winds ring the bell on my window,
Clinging and ringing when the winds blow,
Why you stop singing little sparrow?
But you twitting sad and sorrow...
The Ivy growing wild and creep,
And suddenly I hear a beep,
Then there a white lady weep,
Lost on her sadness that feels so deep,
Standing before to 'someone' sleep...
I know the white lady but now she's cry,
Every time I see her eye,
I know her always I despise...
She sings for 'someone' of a lullaby...
'Someone' sleeping on my bed,
Wearing a white dress but fills in red,
Know I knew why tears are shed,
That 'someone' sleeps in dead,
What such a tragic she failed to evade?
The white lady's hand stain with blood,
Now she cry now she laugh...Odd,
'A child had spoil because sparing the rod'
The white lady said that I heard, and thud,
That 'someone' dead blame to her hand. That’s sad...
That 'someone' sleeps in dead is my body,
Cry for my own, am I really ready?
Staring me lying...die...that's freaky,
Put my life to end, is she right to choose my destiny?
Dead is after me now... is it logic to think it scary?
I'm no longer belong to exist,
It's time for me to leave,
The dead end you want to give,
Without my will I have to receive,
But I still wish I want to forgive...
The Cause Of Dead,
You the one, who created,
Hatred that I believe never fades,
You love me but satanic ahead,
You kill me till my last breath...
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