Youth--
That vermillion sky
So tainted by the dark ink scrawled across
The pages of psychiatrists notepads
And the cool cimmerian shade
Always looming on the horizon--
Exists only in fond memories
Compassion is smothered
By the shrill vociferations of selfish regret
And hope is a vain paroxysm
Your life will be empty
Your grave will be full
Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 8:05 PM UTC
Youth--
That vermillion sky
So tainted by the dark ink scrawled across
The pages of psychiatrists notepads
And the cool cimmerian shade
Always looming on the horizon--
Exists only in fond memories
Compassion is smothered
By the shrill vociferations of selfish regret
And hope is a vain paroxysm
Your life will be empty
Your grave will be full
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