How close thy shall be?
How close thy shall be? How close thy shall be Bed for the not living? For can you not see The long life I have missing? How close thy shall be Oh, master of puppets? For can you not see Your pupil caring buckets? How close thy shall be Pond of the red in me? For can you not see I have reasons to be? How close thy shall be Author of my obituary? For can you not see Time’s not yet for me to marry? How close thy shall be Oh, day of my slaughter? For can you not see I care too much to bother?