Sometimes...
The dance of slumber
In the cool midnight breeze
Count your number
Days till your breath'll leave
Life is not fair
That was what it shall seem
Left in its lair
Unclothed, bare, nothing to dream
Joy has it's moments
Ones which are rare
Affects minor dents
Stitches all tears
Grief has become burden
Oh, the weary soul
So fair, the maiden
Now a black hole
The dance of slumber
In the cool midnight breeze
Done is the number
Rest in peace
