Cover Me In Clover



Wretchedness fear and pain
fill my soul and cloud my mind
exhaustion consumes my will
leaving only dismembered shadows
of my self
Where have I gone?
I can't seem to find
any meaning for this
life ... ?
If this is life then give me death
draw the shroud 'round
make it tight
hide me in its depths
drop me six feet
and cover me in clover




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