As Far As Conversations Go III

Six years old,
Six heads in the abode,
Six days after my birthday,
Six hours and the poison is enthroned,
Six convoy of men
Six days, I haven’t seen her,
Six times in a sec, she crossed my mind,
Six minutes to tell of her death,
Six times and more I question God,
Six feet deep she goes,
Six-teen less of one year, I’m healed,
Six friends prayed for my weeping heart,
Six times they lied of her death,
Six times I wish they know I am aware,
Six, my child won’t cry for losing me,
Six, I knew life was cold blooded.

LARDO