mourning truthMature

Life was nearing its end and death was finally near, nearer and nearer than reality...

The dreams I sculpted have been melted by,

The fires of fear and humiliations...

The life I prayed for has gone...With the smokes of my burning portrait

Of pretty dreams now invisibly inaudible and inaudibly impalpable...

All hope lost,

All wisdom drowning,

All dreams raped I alone stand,

Shaking hands with death's liberating touch...

The End

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