a walk in the fog (no comprehension)

 heres the thing

i have odds and ends

no where to meet

and nothing to sing

nowhere to stop

while the bells ring

the crowd is just

gone:nothing good

no time to spend

i didnt make this way

it happened,recollected

an act of fate

since you've been gone

but all the churchbells break

i just trod on

lost in the fog

thanks to you im utterly

lost

the grass is bleached

the sun is fiery

shooting its judgements

landing upon me

never missing

always falling

soft on the lawn

but cold days

will come

since time elapsed

before these chills

ran up

your spine

bones bones bones

all graves and heaven

unmended blithering

obliterated wrongs

since youve been gone

\

multiple ways

your corpse displayed

if a rumour

of love

was spread

its wrong,pierrot

are we not all dead