'Towards the end.'
By blackheart
An anomaly is all i seem to see in me, A clandestine adventure into my own morality. Of which of course, There’s none. Superfluous to extremes, in my abnormality, Surreptitious sanctity inside of me... Failing slowly now, i’m none. Read my final passage, A splash upon the page. Reap the spiny epitaph, I left to prove my rage. The undeniable extension, The simple repetition... Of how i die each day. A serendipity comes skipping through my surly eyes, Examining potential flaws and emptiness in all my lives. Of which of course, There’s one. Termination wings it’s way again, it’s no surprise, Abruptly comes the silence of my brilliant demise... Again i see angels, i’m one. Take my final heart beat, Feel it in your hands. Wash the silence loud again, i smile that you might understand. The perfect aspiration, The beauty of the revelation... Of how i die today. Written January 23rd, 2002 © on Jan 22 2002 09:54 PM PST, harry luck 0 • 10
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"An anomaly is all i seem to see in me,..."