Corpse on Lonliness...

When light falls,
on the rotting dead,
his soul rises,
unto the air,
spreading shades ov happiness.

The black blood,
is discoloured,
with tears ov,
ye lonliness.

On the full moon night,
with blooded clouds and the sky,
arouse,
a bright bleed,
at the end ov midnight.

Souls rising high,
As happiness burns prisons,
with light,
flying from the burden ov ye lonliness.