How wonderful to most away
be nothing from nothing
to cry in stardust
like we did in the beginning
Do I fear my end planned
the 12 12 12 of me
the blood and destruction
of poetry I will make of he
To have love and hate
in so many bounds of reality
all the come what may's
and suffer all the banalities
Even my own
stars of my own
thought somewhat
she will not call to him
Yet pity me not
as I have pity on you
for I conjugate
with the last and few
I care to end all I am
the silly *** hole without a plan
one forgotten of broken deeds
for who would need one as weak as me
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 4:30 PM UTC
How wonderful to most away
be nothing from nothing
to cry in stardust
like we did in the beginning
Do I fear my end planned
the 12 12 12 of me
the blood and destruction
of poetry I will make of he
To have love and hate
in so many bounds of reality
all the come what may's
and suffer all the banalities
Even my own
stars of my own
thought somewhat
she will not call to him
Yet pity me not
as I have pity on you
for I conjugate
with the last and few
I care to end all I am
the silly *** hole without a plan
one forgotten of broken deeds
for who would need one as weak as me
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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