*And what of this hour, dark and beautiful
In her insistence.
She visits in the nights of sleepless lull,
Object of insolence!
She questions this very earth, ***** and dull
And devoid of sense.
Her words are as sweet as pain ever gets:
“End it all, die and cry the tears life forgets”*
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 4:37 PM UTC
*And what of this hour, dark and beautiful
In her insistence.
She visits in the nights of sleepless lull,
Object of insolence!
She questions this very earth, ***** and dull
And devoid of sense.
Her words are as sweet as pain ever gets:
“End it all, die and cry the tears life forgets”*
