Lie alone in darkness,
Inside daftly cold.
Ample anti-starkness,
Rot alone in mold.
A bag of bones and little more,
From barren earth your start.
And little truth rest in your core,
Lost mind gone with cold heart.
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Author:
J.J. Cooke (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 15th, 2017 00:39
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Love it. Deep but not intellectual for the sake of it.
Thank you. I am a comic at heart, perhaps this is why my writing is so dark.
Slimey.
I like it.
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