In a sleepy little corner
Beneath a shelf of books
You'll find the soulful mourner
Hiding from the crooks
No feelings left to share
As he wallows in pitty
For no-one will he care
With no desire to be witty
Behind the fascade you see
There's another story
Once he was as dandy as could be
Lived a life filled with glory
Due to heartless crimes
Performed by others
There's no more good times
Only hiding beneath covers...
By Somniator Moon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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