My heart turns dark reading bad poetry:
the same as when the volume's too high;
the same as when the meaning's all gone,
cast...
............down
I won't trust those who won't tell me the truth:
who will leave me choking on their dust;
who will make me wish we had not met,
in...
............chains.
It's easier to not sort good from bad:
not to need to burn my heart away;
not to need to dry from want of rain,
as...
............stone.
We could all drown in this oblivion:
being so long and far and so deep,
being so much a sanctuary,
for...
............death
But then, again, this is as the darkness:
it is an emptiness, solitude,
it is a longing for creation,
of...
............life
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