grim

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how long

have you sat under that tree

awaiting death

awaiting me


weaving innocent

flower crowns

counting the minutes

till you drown


i will sing you

a sweet lullaby

pain fills

your saddened eyes

hush now

please don't cry


i pour my tears

down your throat

struggling to

keep afloat


please close your eyes

dream of something nice

you will not

wake up this time


oh how long 

have you sat under that tree

you ran away from home

seeking me


and now im here

and you are not

but to promise you happiness 

i cannot


for i am only

a mere pawn

the person to

lead you along

the person to

shove you into the abyss of death

the person to

suck you of your

last breath

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