I take pieces of myself, every time
into the mist of dreams
Leaving more and more behind
weakening, my soulful seams
Wandering, days before the fall
reveling the silent night in visions
paying heed, the summoned call
no doubt of my decisions
never, ever, to forestall
Upon the day I succumb
dissolving the essence, of me
leaving my shell, empty, numb
and in my dreams, eternally
Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 8:14 AM UTC
I take pieces of myself, every time
into the mist of dreams
Leaving more and more behind
weakening, my soulful seams
Wandering, days before the fall
reveling the silent night in visions
paying heed, the summoned call
no doubt of my decisions
never, ever, to forestall
Upon the day I succumb
dissolving the essence, of me
leaving my shell, empty, numb
and in my dreams, eternally
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