Crawl
Farewell seems much too painful
Body's weary, alike soul
Craving warmth of no other
Bringing hope into the crawl
Losing ground beneath thy knees
Gravel puncturing through skin
Warm hands become colder
Hope is wearing thin
Saturday 16th April 2016 3:26 pm
blissfully shut
Never sure what to expect.
Never quite aware.
It has been eons and we are still here,
Like nothing ever happened.
With eyes blissfully shut,
We lie
And the ritual keeps on.
The soul shines on within,
Yet,
The flesh is wearing thin.
It's crumbling.
Where there is no love,
There mustn't be life.
But then,
What is this weird dream I am in?
T...
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