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!
Basically, and this didn't kill you (yet) Robert, there are a couple of matters to take
Robert no ha muerto. Sencillamente, su Higher Self decidi? que su tarea en la Tierra estaba completa. Ahora, es nuestra responsabilidad continuarla.
mercedes 31st October 2024, 01:53 PM
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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.