Entering Black
keep off my back
forever more
and when I die
cry not
I am dead though
living
darkness surrounds
me for I can barely
see
valley of tears
that turn to sea
filled with evergreen
algae
slippery slopes
of my torments
which pull me away
Succumbed in
perennial neglect
love wasted and torn
desires that I loath
for the expected
one is but a mirage
of desires
that will never
inspire my restlessness
in this divine time
wrecked and torched
soul
forever more
She lies asleep
no dreams fulfilled
living to live
a luxury
she must keep.
From: Back to Black...
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