Is your good hope shining still?
Seek the silver lining still?
They won't let you be until
Self-inflected torture will.
Shoot the gun, it's good in hell
Ring yourself your own death knell
World's black magic, you know too well
So end a life to ... break the spell.
I don't feel all the lines now... Much of it is poetic impersonation to create the right effect. It's not for me or you or anyone in particular... really. So don't call me morose. It's the 2 o clock night that's black.
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2 comments:
How morose :D
The broken flowers
froze in bloom
There was an inexplicable
flaw in thier destiny
Even gods were helpless
K
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