Death was behind us
Eternity ahead
Living to whisper
Words unsaid
Drifting to drift
No goal in mind
Until certain provoking
I unhappily find
When one is dead
With one frightening goal
The living should dread
Or pay the toll
The toll beyond
What any can bear
A constant haunting
Silently lurking there
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 10:21 PM UTC
Death was behind us
Eternity ahead
Living to whisper
Words unsaid
Drifting to drift
No goal in mind
Until certain provoking
I unhappily find
When one is dead
With one frightening goal
The living should dread
Or pay the toll
The toll beyond
What any can bear
A constant haunting
Silently lurking there
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