doomed
Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
the sound is doomed
the air is doomed
my lungs full up with spores that plumed
the friends i loved
the loves I friend
depart for good my life doth end
when they are gone
I'm nothing left
no confidence i'm done, bereft
and in my absence
pain remains
I paint the carpet with my brains
if you still love me
sad to say
you should have said; I've gone away
with this cold ring
today I wed
this foetid patch of earth my bed
and if you ever
think of me
I'll say I'm sorry as can be
you don't deserve
a wreck like this
i send one hug and final kiss
and lo i vanish
like a dream
fears are much stronger
than they seem
the wasteland beckons
come, o come
be deaf be blind
be still be numb
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