As a testament
A documented file of bones.
A sight appears daily
Inside somedays, outside others.
But always -
Here.
For history mostly
An attempt so vain that the facade of denial rots a hole in the stomach feigning recognition.
Sad mostly as boredom subsides.
Drown in collected moments of mediocrity and save the gold coins for the enemies eye lids. All along you kicked them around when you needed them most; crying about loss, misfortune, and isolation.
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 10:58 AM UTC
As a testament
A documented file of bones.
A sight appears daily
Inside somedays, outside others.
But always -
Here.
For history mostly
An attempt so vain that the facade of denial rots a hole in the stomach feigning recognition.
Sad mostly as boredom subsides.
Drown in collected moments of mediocrity and save the gold coins for the enemies eye lids. All along you kicked them around when you needed them most; crying about loss, misfortune, and isolation.
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