I'd rather die young than fade into grey,
A song left unfinished, unsung to this day.
God willed my fate, but I’ve bent to none,
The drink I’ve spilled, the damage is done.
A flicker of a spark from the stone,
Flickers into ashes—let it burn.
Mar 16, 2025
Mar 16, 2025 at 4:41 PM UTC
I'd rather die young than fade into grey,
A song left unfinished, unsung to this day.
God willed my fate, but I’ve bent to none,
The drink I’ve spilled, the damage is done.
A flicker of a spark from the stone,
Flickers into ashes—let it burn.
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