What pours out from you, when you are alone?
Hovering over the well of souls, Overcome by the surreal,Ghosts living in lucid life,Swimming before my eyes.
No word is a waste of breath attached to my life's line journey through time, Trying to leave empty, Notification signal of into forever of immortal regrets, Words left unwritten at war within, I know the importance & strength of every character that arrives uninvited upon my ethereal neglected pages. My last letter... Life's lingering treasure.
In earnest anticipation of,
Death
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Out From The Mouth: Night One
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