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i will end it all soon. i have not a clue how. i know it will happen, though, it's embedded beneath my brow. nothing messy, or prolonged, i am sure, it will be just an instant gift- it will place itself in my hands, and through my hands my sparks will sift. for now i am a captive, all night i hearken to, the death watches in the walls, knowing i will soon be gone, beckoned by the darkness that now calls. and to paraphrase ol' Mr. Eliot, (Thomas Stearns, if you must know)- this is the way my life shall end, this is the way my life shall end, this is the way my life shall end: not with a bang, but with a whimper, i will go.
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Oct 8, 2010
Oct 8, 2010 at 7:04 PM UTC
at an opportunity too subtle to resist
i will end it all soon. i have not a clue how. i know it will happen, though, it's embedded beneath my brow. nothing messy, or prolonged, i am sure, it will be just an instant gift- it will place itself in my hands, and through my hands my sparks will sift. for now i am a captive, all night i hearken to, the death watches in the walls, knowing i will soon be gone, beckoned by the darkness that now calls. and to paraphrase ol' Mr. Eliot, (Thomas Stearns, if you must know)- this is the way my life shall end, this is the way my life shall end, this is the way my life shall end: not with a bang, but with a whimper, i will go.
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Oct 8, 2010
Oct 8, 2010 at 7:04 PM UTC
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