Headlines For K.L.K. lyrics

In black and white today

Written were the facts

Of an uncanny end

Felt the reader dismay

No compassion to lend

Suspended forgotten soul

Remains now recovered

Amongst arbeal chambers

Spade a deep hole

Inter the mortal remanders

A fault of finite fate

Amongst the weeping pines

Her loss is the reader's loss

Disturbed by her lonely ligate

Her fresh blanket of moss

It makes me weep

To count so many lost

Their creativity buried

Ne're to rouse from sleep

Too late, her soul is carried

For pallbearers are somber

Ritualistic silence uncomforting

A temple not a sanctum

Her death's decaying slumber

Reality of life distorting

Like a log to the fire

No restoration in store

For residual cremains

Ashes empty of desire

Only uselessness remains

Heed this desperate call

Give hope to the stray soul

Show a life of purpose

Lift up the dismal pall

Administer happiness in healthy dose