Oblivious soliloquy
A silent voice in monotone
When words have no meaning
Talking to oneself by a tombstone
Feeling the grass grow
The way of the dead
As they contemplate to be or not
The hushed monologue
Lost on empty ears
This dagger instead of a flower
As words become an oblivious soliloquy
Crumbling in dust
Daggers rust and flowers grow
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