Poets Of Dirt

<br>The gone staying by me <br>Feeling disease, crying sun<br><br>Soil adorning me, preparing to grow<br>Fever, disgust, dear sigh<br><br>Bewatching the truth, morals to break<br>Catch soon the breeze, immortals<br><br>And if my tears were only joyful<br>I would better rest in silence<br>Instead of writing down my claims<br>To pleasure such a lonely road<br>A sombre tangle to disclose<br><br>The damned poets of dirt<br><br>Lake fulfilled with sand, prayers of lies<br>Wishing disease, unholy blue<br>Is covering meand our sins<br>Forever gone, trapped in life