Petals In The Grass

Rats And Demons

Biting and gnawling
But I'm not quite dead
Rats around my ankles
Demons around my head

They must smell the rotting
Of a decomposing life
A decayed struggle
A decayed strife

Sadness and grief
A very slow death
Always lugubrious
Till my final breath

Lady melancholy
I do wed
Rats around my ankles
Demons around my head


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