The pretentious prattlings of a piss poor poet
All is life, light Stars whirl above, bright Where do you lead, go? Is your love real, or no? Do you care for me, for me? Or is it your wish to be flee, be free? All is life, light Stars whirl above, bright
01/04/1983
Leave a CommentSo many dreams have died In my heart And now another Of you How much more heartache must I take Before I die? What new pains Must I learn Before the darkness? Let me retire from this life's race Defeated and forgotten Torment me not with stark remembrances Of what could not be Persecute not this weary soul With hateful voices
03/08/1992
Leave a CommentA 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
Leave a CommentAn ending we have in darkness
And a beginning.
'Twixt these
An emptiness of pain.
02/05/1992
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