In a black suit, wearing corpse-scented cologne
Dancing music
of the dead, evil tunes, haunted tones
Listening to
the sound of the cursed trombone
This place
is a cold heart zone
No one
gives a damn, I’m on my own
Walking in
foggy woods, all but alone
In my pockets
and on the piled stones
I look everywhere,
look for the phone
How will I reach
them? How will I call home?
How will I tell
them that I will soon be gone?
To me the
other side has been shown
Mysterious place, the world unknown
The side
with the ones who had passed on
To the jaws
of death I will be thrown
It will
chew my soul and gnaw my bones
Friends and
family will mourn
In grief
they will groan
Mournful bawls
they will try to control
But tears
of anguish will play its’ role
Their broken
hearts, I wont be there to console
Their heads,
they will cover with black shawls
On their
knees, they will pray for my soul
-Edwin Onyango
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