A mighty and unprecedented thought
A vagrant memory from wilderness
Where the
Immutable, in mists of gold beyond this Acheron
How grandiose the
Chagrined, I lie ensconced between the dreaming and the dead
Let
When they finally claim you
All matter will cease, all dreams
My better self was always born tomorrow
Though the wings of
Thirteen years
Inside your play
To rise one day
And find you dead
The
The night sky lights the fallen star
To hold us in
You see me hang my spirits high
My dirty linen's out
Where once a naive child learnt the ropes of life
I fear the path we walk is my decline
That greater
Do I only have conviction
When my opinion lives in isolation?
Is
I had to face you again
I had to taste you
Darkness stretch these realms that taint me
On these sheets forever
One must be remiss when their prospects of bliss
Will abandon
As one we will embrace the dusk
Of times we all
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