Darkness
A million more breaths to breathe, my friend, Before you die. A weary life you lead In a shattered, scattered shell. The yearning ceased long ago. Now only an empty, dull ache And darkness Always darkness.
13/01/1990
The pretentious prattlings of a piss poor poet
A million more breaths to breathe, my friend, Before you die. A weary life you lead In a shattered, scattered shell. The yearning ceased long ago. Now only an empty, dull ache And darkness Always darkness.
13/01/1990
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