The gnarled old floor creaks ominously underfoot
As my broken spirit plummets,
Spiralling hopelessly downward
To where the shattered picture lies,
Framed amidst glittering blood-drenched shards;
Gritty, gut-crunching splinters
Stinging my cold, bare feet.
I try once again and....
I've lost my smile forever now
And know not where it went.
Stripped so unkindly away
With such dry-sobbing sadness:
Tear-drenched, bitter-sweet memories
Ring endlessly throughout this darkness
That was me.
I try once again and....
Oh once I was so young and rich and proud,
Sparkling brightly under time's slow rich burden,
Wanting
...
"WELCOME" to the New Age!
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The Witching Hour
For Irony
olyris 4th November 2024, 01:29 AMQ: How many choices makes a paedophilic homophobe?
A: Only being out, is only being down.