of lillies and remains

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the inevitable sound of age is creeping into my appearance
the feast of youth is dying in my arms
the champagne laden hope that was once my path to enlightment is being
closed down due to a restructuring of reality.

have you ever asked yourself :
where have all the wishes gone ?
where have all the hopes gone?
where have me and you, for heavens sake,
decided to drown like a bunch of easterbunnies on christmas eve ???

come on baby, this is ridiculous.
the inevitable sound of death is
a candle in a storm if
the mind that was once made up to
prettify the world with black widows
and black scissors
and black windows
and black chastities that
have no other meaning then the end of
vanity ?

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erin's picture

Nice piece, evocative. I can't edit blogs, though, so you might want to correct the typo in the next to last line: should be than not then. ;>

I like it.

- Erin

= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.