Procession

July 31, 2011
Death never comes nicely
It’s not wrapped up in a nice bow
There’s no notice
No holiday
No one hiding in the shadows
To say I got ya
These are dark times
That lie ahead of us
Haunting our every memory
Even before they’re made
And the final act of the last scene
Leaves the life of the brown eyes





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