Reasons to live are so few, Thoughts of death aren’t new. Breathing on the uncovered blessings, Wither away with defeats in life’s citings. Brushed past are times of victory, All that’s left now is fate’s forgery. A twisted beam of hope enters soul, Drains life’s residues to an abyss & a hole. Defiant soul’s defeated… Continue reading Battles with Fate…&…Death
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Battles with Fate…&…Death
Reasons to live are so few, Thoughts of death aren’t new. Breathing on the uncovered blessings, Withering away with defeats in life’s citings.
Battles with Fate…&…Death
Tuesday, 29th April 2003 05:45:00pm Reasons to live are so few, Thoughts of death aren’t new. Breathing on the uncovered blessings, Withering away with defeats in life’s citings. Brushed past are times of victory, All that’s left now is fate’s forgery. A twisted beam of hope enters soul, And drains life’s residues to an abyss… Continue reading Battles with Fate…&…Death
Battles with Fate…&…Death
Battles with Fate…&…Death Tuesday, 29th April 2003 05:45:00pm Reasons to live are so few, Thoughts of death aren’t new. Breathing on the uncovered blessings, Withering away with defeats in life’s citings. Brushed past are times of victory, All that’s left now is fate’s forgery. A twisted beam of hope enters soul, And drains life’s residues… Continue reading Battles with Fate…&…Death
Battles with Fate…&…Death
Battles with Fate…&…Death Tuesday, 29th April 2003 05:45:00pm Reasons to live are so few, Thoughts of death aren’t new. Breathing on the uncovered blessings, Withering away with defeats in life’s citings. Brushed past are times of victory, All that’s left now is fate’s forgery. A twisted beam of hope enters soul, And drains life’s residues… Continue reading Battles with Fate…&…Death
Leave them far behind
nobody wants you to know, care or otherwise, leave them alone, turn your back and cry, watch the moon go down leading your life, watch it fall, with it, your mind,
To the Drumbeat
A mist covered the land that I looked upon in the early morning. I never enjoyed the morning but all night my dreams screamed at me to get up. Finally I consented, woke, dressed, and stepped outside in the chilly, yet humid spring morning.