Luyện nghe bài hát Real Death

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

My knees
My fails
fail

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

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