Luyện nghe bài hát Real Death

1]
Death is
Someone's there and they're not
And not for singing about
not for making into art
When death enters the house, all poetry is dumb
I walk into the room where you were
And into the emptiness instead
All

My fail
My brain
Words

2]
Crusted tears, catatonic and raw
I go downstairs and outside and you get mail
A week after you a package with your name on it came
And inside was a gift for our daughter you had in secret
And collapsed on the front steps I wailed
A backpack for when she goes to a couple years from now
You thinking ahead to a future you must have known deep down would not include you
Though you clawed at the cliff you sliding down
Being into a silence that is bottomless and real

It's
And I don't want to anything from this
I you