The Last Ramblings Of A Madman
Suck blood from a stone they said
The poppies are red with blood
The marrow has gone from the bone
And tomorrow I rot in the mud
Trapped in a box of my own
A mountain of dirt all around
Ground into dust as I groan
No one cares that I hear not a sound
Tears that I cry are forgotten
Like tears in the rain they are drowned
Feeling my flesh turning rotten
As I am sealed like a corpse in the ground
