Wednesday, July 4, 2012


These breaths I take
Lead to disappointment
No one satisfied
No means to an end
But support heads close
Proximity drawing nearer
I am broken though
A carrier for death
I simply wait for the scythe
And Death's cloak
With outstretched arms though
They attempt retrieval
Of my life and soul
But it has already departed
On the black train
Destined for Hell

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