pretty? pretty is not here
pretty is gone?
am i to be with him?
i cannot i am dead
bloody soul black mourning
o white morning
in whence the end do pass
pass us by but for pretty
soft heart, my pretty, and soft tongue
breathe for the voice that will not come
does it own you, or you, it?
black cloth does mark the change
woe betide, my sugar self
lay our broken pieces down
scream to bleed and bleed to die
die to live again
o pretty i am sad at you
and unfilled within a lie
o pretty i can hardly speak
my voice knows not the words
o pretty pretty stars at night
and a darling moon
make way for pretty sunrise
morning love of life
tomorrow is no future
it only lasts one day
yesterday is all that’s passed
even the dead ones
dead dead, o pretty, not dead
just hurt in the passing
to another bed