An Old skull in a mortuary adobe
humming a tune without a tongue
starring at the drapes with his hollow gaze
while a pesky moth find it's way
throught the crooked teeth
of a skeletal face
An Old skull weep but shed no tears
as the cobwebs ring of childlish fears
he call no names nor plea for happines
his voice is lost to the dust of darkness
and still a beating still fills the emptiness
An Old skull wait in his home of madness
his mind a void between bony temples
the air is still in the humid grave
while he is tomented by a feel so vague
still he's struggling to give it a name
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