There's a bone deep pain
An ache
An eternal battle
Between this short blip of light and the eternity of darkness
It's ripping this weak foul rotten corpse to shreds
Till nothing remains
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Poetry
PoetryIt's as deep, as I am empty. Wish I photographed the artist's name who had made this cover.
Aching
There's a bone deep pain
An ache
An eternal battle
Between this short blip of light and the eternity of darkness
It's ripping this weak foul rotten corpse to shreds
Till nothing remains
