alastair wallace

Rookie (23 March / Home)

Soul Lost

Yet again I walk on the lake of fire
A miraculous composition of my diminishing desire
My profound discovery in my skinless attire
A breath taking and life risking respire
The joy worth destruction
And pain worth instruction
But nothing I control, so my life I conceal
Under a mask of vain compliments, my life I spill
Never do I cry over spilt milk

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