A universe and me.
The meaningless broken ideas of the world and me
No forever and me.
The end and me.
You who are the meaningless.
You without the breadcrumb trail to completion.
You of whom without, would not make any difference.
You, are but a thought.
Without hope, bound and held in rope.
Surviving within that straining rope.
Breaking, slicing and cutting the rope.
Hanged at noon in a noose made of rope.
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
A universe and me.
The meaningless broken ideas of the world and me
No forever and me.
The end and me.
You who are the meaningless.
You without the breadcrumb trail to completion.
You of whom without, would not make any difference.
You, are but a thought.
Without hope, bound and held in rope.
Surviving within that straining rope.
Breaking, slicing and cutting the rope.
Hanged at noon in a noose made of rope.
