Post mortem photograph 

by Martina Rimbaldo

                                        

                    This night is abhorent night

 

                    You were precious to me

 

                    And now you are sleeping

 

                    Angels are singing bitter sweet melody

 

                    Thats ringing in my ears

 

                    But you cant hear nothing

 

                   

 

 

 

                    You are laying in bed like a little porculain doll

 

                     Who s breathing  no more all i have of you is a

 

                    Post mortem photograph

 

 

 

 

 

                   I cant abandon you now

 

                   I cant let you go its too painful

 

                   I cant abide this pain is pulling me deeper in sorrow and solitude

 

                  

 

 

 

                 You were layng there in bed like a little porculain doll

 

                  Whos breathing no more and all i have of you is a

 

                  Post mortem photograph

 

 

 

                 My prayer book does not help me this time

 

                 Can hear the bells ( saying hello to your imortal soul)

 

                  For your drige

 

                  Im not prepared for a moment of our goodbye

 

                  But i hope i will see you again when my time comes

 

                  You will be waiting for me with a smile on your face

 

              

 

                  Goodbye my sweet pale porculain doll

 

                  Sleep peaceful in your frozen marble thumb

 

                  i will leave a candel light to keep your poor soulless body warm

 

                  until  it fades or rises again

 

                  sleep my darling infinetly

 

                  snooze your soul once animated by power tools

 

 

 

                  all i have of you is a post mortem photograph

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