Oh Grim reaper,
You have skim your whim,
With a feeble addle in my hymn,
Which breaks me in a grim,
To know you will never brim
You came inform of defectiveness,
And played a game of chess,
Until you made me depress.
Like a mess,
You consumed my mother in excess.
Like peony,
It keeps reminding me in agony,
While I sit in the balcony,
To scent my peony,
In misery,to know it's destiny.
O