HERE IS THE BOUNDARY I SHALL GO ON NO MORETHE WINTERMOCKING ME FOR I'M OLDI'M THINNING I'M GONE;HERE IS THE LANDSCAPES OF TORTUROUS DEVICESET THE TRAPCATCHING ME FOR I'M PALE BUT I HAVE BEEN LOVEDBY THE MANY, NOW GONE
HERE IS THE DOOR TO A MANY MIRRORED ROOMBEAUTIFUL FACES OF SHARP MEMORIESI AM OLDER NOW THAN THE MASTERS I SERVEDI HAVE KNELT AT MORE GODSI HAVE ASKED FOR MORE LIFEEVERYTHING WAS MINEBUT THE WORLDI HAVE BEEN LEFT WITH NOTHINGBUT THE HEART
WHICH DOES NOT LISTEN TO MEWHEN I CRYFOR I WANT MORE
THAN IT CAN GIVE
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Daniel Evans
“Do you hate people?”
“I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around.”
― Charles Bukowski
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