As I with golden scabbard...
thrust,
Deep into my vacant heart,
My world falls to such a sand,
as to pile around my feet...
... leaving me cold,
Naked...
and more alone than before.
Damn!
Reason for writing:
This is a huge satirical sort a veiw on suicide... yeah I wanna do it... but I am scared.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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