Cursed tumbling monument
Hating life, a death well spent
Regathering, my soul is wrent
Alone, I find my self again
Finding love, the soul devoured
Stripped of basic human power
So here I sit another hour
Making love to memories…
Of what’s no longer there
Aug 1, 2011
Aug 1, 2011 at 9:41 PM UTC
Cursed tumbling monument
Hating life, a death well spent
Regathering, my soul is wrent
Alone, I find my self again
Finding love, the soul devoured
Stripped of basic human power
So here I sit another hour
Making love to memories…
Of what’s no longer there
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