It feels so strange Shameless to think of death When none of those one knows has died ♪ Last night I dreamt I was dead I came running with my dog into the room of the dead ♪ There was nothing to be seen Only stones and a few bushes A landscape that travellers have often spoken of ♪ I would rather not die here But in my own home, where I was not dead ♪ All the death All the death In the course of a life
Write about death Describe in the poem what you feel, concerning death ♪ In the face of death, I'm like an animal And the animal can die, but write nothing ♪ The words die like flies Their corpses everywhere, swept away from the white paper ♪ Give the dirt a little room