Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?

the sound is doomed

the air is doomed

my lungs full up with spores that plumed

the friends i loved

the loves I friend

depart for good my life doth end

when they are gone

I'm nothing left

no confidence i'm done, bereft

and in my absence

pain remains

I paint the carpet with my brains

if you still love me

sad to say

you should have said; I've gone away

with this cold ring

today I wed

this foetid patch of earth my bed

and if you ever

think of me

I'll say I'm sorry as can be

you don't deserve

a wreck like this

i send one hug and final kiss

and lo i vanish

like a dream

fears are much stronger

than they seem

the wasteland beckons

come, o come

be deaf be blind

be still be numb


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