In a destiny of drivel,
Scraped shreds of darkened paint,
Dressed with nicotine from a saddened wall,
Peeled scraps of paper,
Tumbling to oblivion,
As they fall,
From a dirge of misery,
Screaming violently in violence felt,
An offense of soul,
Alive.....a spirit of indignity,
Sails the seven seas,
Travels anywhere he can to breach his misery,
In his heart,
No presence of delight,
Will not go down without screaming,
In full flight on waxen wings,
Dashing past the moon....
Love is given infinite,
From passions silver spoon.
By ladylivvi1

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