a still small voice
Saturday, 16 August 2014
beggar's bones
grasp, tighten, choke.
watch the life drain out of your soul. hear the last wheeze of life breathe out. the last of your dreams. the last of your passion. the last of you.
and what's left, is hollow. alive to society, dead inside.
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