My heart is soiled with tears
My cheeks are smoldered with wet blue tears
My eyes are drunk with weariness
And now my vision stays blur underground
Who killed Tasha?
Yesterday she was young and free
Licking the curfew of our love on my feet
She was intoxicated with merriment
Nibbling the joy on my hairy face
For I deliberately drown her in Christmas residue
She bathe in the spicy bones
The colourful event has to offer
The joy and excitement,
Tasha just couldn't let it go..
Today I found a flight of ticks in her ear
They were feasting on her comfort
In hurry and my willingness to help
I soaked her in the potion that ticks hate the notion
Now Tasha lies lifeless
Staring at me with a gleam of despise
Her eyes are filled with lifeless tears
And my nose itch with pain of lost
Who killed Tasha?
Yesterday she was young and free
Licking the curfew of our love on my feet.
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