A cry for help:
I'm sinking, I'm sinking
Into an ephemeral blink -
Stains and strains of time,
Oh colourless ink.
Dry relief rains:
This pain
will wane,
Why worry
in vain?
Death lurks
in all works.
Don't let it drive you insane.
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 8:42 PM UTC
A cry for help:
I'm sinking, I'm sinking
Into an ephemeral blink -
Stains and strains of time,
Oh colourless ink.
Dry relief rains:
This pain
will wane,
Why worry
in vain?
Death lurks
in all works.
Don't let it drive you insane.
A sudden gust, end-time rush
Took his breath away.
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