Death is the lying mistress
That soothes the dreams of fools
Which can never be attained
And thus comply to nothingness;
Such dreams slip like smoke
Through cracks of possibilities;
Like lives that wander only
To end in shattered whims. (12/18/16)
Death is the lying mistress
That soothes the dreams of fools
Which can never be attained
And thus comply to nothingness;
Such dreams slip like smoke
Through cracks of possibilities;
Like lives that wander only
To end in shattered whims. (12/18/16)