Naganod Melrose

Born Rosie 21 September 2000 - Cork

The Chain

The chain tightens around and
Around my neck

No one to care, no one to love,
Not even a peck

And I can't blame them
For who would desire

To watch my soul fizzle out
Like a lacklustre fire

And who will care as I scream
Into this endless void of sadness

And though I dream
that they will miss me

The world will be full of gladness
At the thought of my face reduced to nothingness.
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