Watch the skies falling, crumbling at my feet.
Watch the day running out of my reach.
I want to kiss your every bleed. You won't let me,
You barely need. Dead and gone, dead
And gone. Past the Styx, we're dead and gone.
Across to Hades, never to return. All these
Years without your help, never thought I'd
Survive, but I think I did. I think I did.
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Poetry❝In the death of me, I found solace. ❞ What readers say: "Starkly honest, seeing the naked soul of your own, relishing the sorrows of being alive." "A mystic poet is born!" "Keep it up. Keep being alive. Keep writing." Poetry of the past of me. Lyr...
