For Maman Poem by Sleep D

Blissful in the necropolis,

is there where she lay
ever since she died today.
We built there a neat little love metropolis,

from where and through which
we find each other again

blissful in the necropolis,

it's where she came to stay.
Filming videos in the sands
where she would take me to play
sand castles! Splash! maman! i saw a plane!
We the two of us together all day,
building a neat little love metropolis
decked out with a really sweet subway train!

And u know what maman?
It never runs late, because its already come in time!

From where and through which
we find each other again.