Alone
Tears are knocking at my eyes door
shut tight more and more
The knock is now harder, stronger
I can't deny them access anylonger
I will open and flood
the world with tears of blood
I'm quarantined in dark cubicle
Turning around in mighty circles
Lovely birds singing
Nice bells ringing
Beautiful butterflies swarming
Smiling sun warming
Outside my enclosure
All of these pleasures
sour to my dying senses
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