i dream of the luscious day
when death takes me away...
the sliver of time
from now 'till eternity
shall revive my broken spirit.
the lonely man sits
on the dark alley of dreams -
bleeding...
dying...
like a petal falling into the black ocean
consumed by the power of darkness...
i am the lonely man
pleading...
cursing...
'till good friend death
abolishes the agony
of a torn mind
the curtain closes...
and i shall wait.
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