I felt a Funeral in my Brain And Mourners to and fro Kept treading treading till it seemed That Sense was breaking through Treading treading Treading treading Sense was breaking through And when they all were seated A Service like a Drum Kept beating beating till I thought My mind was going numb Beating beating Beating beating My mind was going numb And then I heard them lift a Box And creak across my Soul With those same Boots of Lead again Then Space began to toll As all the Heavens were a Bell And Being but an Ear And I and Silence Some strange Race Wrecked solitary here And then a Plank in Reason broke And I dropped down and down And hit a World at every plunge And hit a World And down And down And Finished knowing Then Then Then ---------------------------------------------- Original Poem: I felt a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it seemed That sense was breaking through. And when they all were seated, A service like a drum Kept beating, beating, till I thought My mind was going numb. And then I heard them lift a box, And creak across my soul With those same boots of lead, again. Then space began to toll As all the heavens were a bell, And Being but an ear, And I and silence some strange race, Wrecked, solitary, here. ---------------------------------------------- ⊱ ⊱⊱════ ✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ════⊰ - ⊱════ ✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ════⊰⊰⊰ 🎶 Wir haben eine Deutsche Community für Suno Artisten aufgebaut. 🎶 Wir sind die StorytellerZ und Du findest uns im Discord unter: 👉 https://discord.gg/storytellerz ⊱ ⊱ ⊱════ ✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ════⊰ - ⊱════ ✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ════⊰⊰⊰ © 2026 by Kar Stoertebecker
