After BurnMature

Drunken ramblings of a desperate insomniac.

A lost sense of purpose,

adrift in the endless sky.

A single promise, a single feather,

A father with no father tonight.

Through the burning hot ward,

Antiseptic hell guarded by wisps.

Nothing makes it through the doors,

Not even a single wish.

Every step we take,

Goes one way and no more.

We can turn as much as we want,

But we can't avoid the storm.

Mortality worn like a slaves brand,

This gun, so strong,

Put it under my chin.

End the endless song.

Join him again,

Take a journey, no return,

Peel back the veil.

Feel the cold start to burn.

The End

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