Aug 8
In the noose on a dusty loft
or the thunderous champagne fizz,
in the so everlasting mist
of this life, so unjust and morose
what gentler death there is
than to the hand of love?
or the thunderous champagne fizz,
in the so everlasting mist
of this life, so unjust and morose
what gentler death there is
than to the hand of love?
Death is a tricky theme. If I were to choose a way to move on it would leaving my life at the grace of someone I love.
