Allow me the pleasure of my demise.
Lethargic release is all that we seek.
Leaking down upon our infantile mind.
Isometric viewpoints of a hanging.
Never before, and never again, we'll
eventually fade into the dusk.
Even my stories shall soon find grave.
Death is a shadow, looming in our space.
Illogical proof that it's all for naught
Sign point towards these truths we hold.
Yet I continue to appreciate
Our innocent moments of reserved,
Unbeknownst feelings of adoration.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
Allow me the pleasure of my demise.
Lethargic release is all that we seek.
Leaking down upon our infantile mind.
Isometric viewpoints of a hanging.
Never before, and never again, we'll
eventually fade into the dusk.
Even my stories shall soon find grave.
Death is a shadow, looming in our space.
Illogical proof that it's all for naught
Sign point towards these truths we hold.
Yet I continue to appreciate
Our innocent moments of reserved,
Unbeknownst feelings of adoration.
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