Toward the mire, my life,
To sink and to sleep
Weeping bog of lost intentions
Bleeding fog of misconception
A widdendream of corraded slumber
My bed of lumber rotten
Forgotten and untended
Befriended by ill-humored spectres of pain
Oaken cane in shards
Buried just out of reach
Remind me, worms, of my frailty
Nov 10, 2011
Nov 10, 2011 at 3:53 PM UTC
Toward the mire, my life,
To sink and to sleep
Weeping bog of lost intentions
Bleeding fog of misconception
A widdendream of corraded slumber
My bed of lumber rotten
Forgotten and untended
Befriended by ill-humored spectres of pain
Oaken cane in shards
Buried just out of reach
Remind me, worms, of my frailty
