So convinced that this is the end,
You tore through turbulent existence;
Your sentences, all past tense.
What is foe was once a friend,
Yet, you seek rhetoric arguments
And metaphors that never make sense.
Some crazy paradox? – If I can comment,
Your presence was always permanent.
The madness brimmed and quickly spilled
Actions of mindlessness – impulse -
Jumped the cliff, the water repulsed
Skull against stone, drilled.
While the gulls cried out grim lullabies,
Your soul fell through the punctured skies.
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 6:02 AM UTC
So convinced that this is the end,
You tore through turbulent existence;
Your sentences, all past tense.
What is foe was once a friend,
Yet, you seek rhetoric arguments
And metaphors that never make sense.
Some crazy paradox? – If I can comment,
Your presence was always permanent.
The madness brimmed and quickly spilled
Actions of mindlessness – impulse -
Jumped the cliff, the water repulsed
Skull against stone, drilled.
While the gulls cried out grim lullabies,
Your soul fell through the punctured skies.
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