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Jan 2018 · 141
Blood on the wall
Jose Goncalves Jan 2018
I punch a wall,
a wall beneath the ****
I punch a wall,
until my knuckles bleed
I punch a wall,
to make all suffering leave.
Jan 2018 · 146
Who cares?
Jose Goncalves Jan 2018
Why do you worry about your demise?
About the time when you cease to exist.
All they tell you is nothing but a lie
And still believing, you insist.

When finally comes the hour
And your silence remains still
Nature won’t care
And it never will.

Your hair falls, your skin turns blue
Nothin’ lasts of little old you.

— The End —