Mournfully, I adorned the gilded bench
Bereft of innocence and purity
Warmonger-in-chief for the city
Wistfully succumbing to love’s lament
Suddenly, I was roused from dreaming
In my peculiar, conscious slumber
By the sluggish, haunting thunder
Of a passing tram, obviously scheming
It trudged wearily by my side
Echoing inside my murky cavities
Where I commit my ***** travesties
The remorseful ones that guiltily I hide
It’s with a sigh I feel that macabre touch
For nature did not nurture me this way
To be so unwelcome and unworthy of the day
But I've loved so strong, perhaps too much
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 6:27 PM UTC
Mournfully, I adorned the gilded bench
Bereft of innocence and purity
Warmonger-in-chief for the city
Wistfully succumbing to love’s lament
Suddenly, I was roused from dreaming
In my peculiar, conscious slumber
By the sluggish, haunting thunder
Of a passing tram, obviously scheming
It trudged wearily by my side
Echoing inside my murky cavities
Where I commit my ***** travesties
The remorseful ones that guiltily I hide
It’s with a sigh I feel that macabre touch
For nature did not nurture me this way
To be so unwelcome and unworthy of the day
But I've loved so strong, perhaps too much
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