Like a dagger made of light
My life ends unceremoniously
For I have been a villain
That cares little for sanity
Struck down like a dog
Flaundering in a puddle
Howling like pure evil
My life starts to crumble
A deserving event
That demands little attention
As I fall into the abyss
No room for correction
Do not cry for me
As I will not miss you
And soon I will just cease
Cease to exist among the pure
Comments
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We do not ever cease to be ...
and for existing among the pure? Those pure pure ...
Love
Myra -
You should write more often ...
I do miss your cryptic poetry and your probing pen.
Blessings and prayers.
Myra
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Your poem simply tripped me ...
until I sat flat on my behind, waiting for the world to end.
What a brilliant way to say: I am done.
Love
Myra
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