Don't let me swirl
Old thing, help
Me stay within
This tomb of myself
I'm falling away
Don't you know
Freely gliding with no wings
Down into something darker
I should shatter
Wouldn't you think
Like paintings might
Were they made with dagger eyes
A toast!
To falling ill
To being swallowed
To never seeing light again!
Cheers!
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC
Don't let me swirl
Old thing, help
Me stay within
This tomb of myself
I'm falling away
Don't you know
Freely gliding with no wings
Down into something darker
I should shatter
Wouldn't you think
Like paintings might
Were they made with dagger eyes
A toast!
To falling ill
To being swallowed
To never seeing light again!
Cheers!
A joke for you. A depressed person, a poet and a ponce all sit down to dinner... I forget how it goes.
