I see the face before me, as the beat stops....the tell tale rhythm of a life as it cease
I am chasing her...
Four times cheated fate, four times cheated hate, four times....death has come
I am chasing her...
Broken in spirit and body trembled, remembering of nothingness...of life breathed and forgotten.
I am chasing her...
Let me go, you fleeting sprite of the world, let me chase her...let me free her.
I am chasing her....or
Am I chasing myself
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Essence of Living
PoetryA collection of poetry, that comes from nothing, and most likely will return to nothing.
