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The End of the Song

Poetry By: Graeme Montrose

A poem of sorrows song

Submitted:May 29, 2010    Reads: 58    Comments: 7    Likes: 5   

The End of the Song
I got dem blues, them cold, cold blues
I got'em city night blues
Hear them notes on dat ole harp
It's sounding deep inside
Calling you to come to me
Come here to weep and die
I got me ole harp I play dem blues
They flock to me everywhere
For I'm the demon of despair
And I'm out to snare your soul
Death is the end of my sad song
You'll spiral ever down
Depression's blue 'cause life's so blue
It colours all my walls
Dem blues they live in you and me
Just hear that ole harp blow
Come drink with me you're destined to die
Hear death's whistle blow
Life seems to suck when you listen to me
All hope it vanishes too
To weep despair to cry remorse
Ah music dat I feel
I sit in the shadow, I play dat ole harp
They flock to me night and day
Depressions my name, and blues is my game
Come dance with me in the dark
Death waits with me, we walk hand in hand
My blues are calling to you
Despair I am and deaths my song
Just listen to dat ole harp blow


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