Seventy Nine.

The light is fading fast and the world looks
to the sky, singing my, oh my.
White flakes cascade and whirl on the ground.
They have never seen snow before.

What amnesia affects us all!
Yet I see you there, permanently
looking at the sky, singing "My God, save me"

through the cold ground and grass and the
dead leaves left rotting in the shallows.
What a devastation, what a weary world
that looks towards the sky, screaming "Oh my!".

You are seventy nine but your heart is silent
pulmonary the light is fading fast and the world looks to the sky,
singing my, oh my.
white flakes cascade and whirl on the ground.
They have never seen snow before.

What amnesia affects us all!
yet I see you there, permanently
looking at the sky, singing "My God, save me".

through the cold ground and grass and the
dead leaves left rotting in the shallows.
What a devastation, what a weary world
that looks towards the sky, screaming oh my.

You are seventy nine but your heart is silent.
Pulmonary embolisms.
All the doctors are whores, looking at the sky
thinking why can't I save them all?

As the light fades fast, as the night breaks through.
We are so accustomed to being blinded by white
that when night appears, we must look at the sky
thinking my, oh my what is this?

The Abyss? But you have been eradicated
Bottled and distilled by our many mills
And then they look to the sky and see why oh why
They are wrong.

All the doctors are whores, looking at the sky
thinking "Why can't I save them all?"

As the light fades fast, as the night breaks through.
We are so accustomed to being blinded by white
that when night appears, we must look at the sky
thinking "My, oh my what is this?

The Abyss? But you have been eradicated
Bottled and distilled by our many mills!"
And then they look to the sky and see why oh why
they are wrong.

I am totally in love with the concept of this poem.
It's a beautiful idea and I think you did an awesome job with it.

Props.