

downigoits late.downigo
(wakeup.)
i better get going. (nowornever.)
don’t bother with shoes. (iwontneedthemanymore.)
pass a mirror. shattered. i didn’t do that. (ordidi?)
don’t remember muchofanything these days.
oh well.
funny. i think i look better reflected in the shards than i ever have in my (un)life.
sofuckingfunny.
(thatslife.)
i walk out the door. it’s cold. the air hits me with a welcome blast of eighteendegrees.
reminds me of where im headed


The Ferryman”my son” he whispers Silently in my ear (There are no consequences of death) There is nothing left to fear.The Ferryman
And I dissolve In a myriad of unsorted thoughts…
“my son” he calls now (a tear thirsts on his sleeve) “I’ve already paid the ferryman” Implying that he’ll leave.
And I’m dying As we all are; day by day
Build (me) a chapel Over the bones that aren’t missing Dig me under With a silver spade Pile up the flowers List my achievements My father’s last words were “It was a fair trade”
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Dareka o mamoru tame no tatakai.
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Thank you very much for the +fav on "painting on ele"
good fer yu.
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::where do circles begin::
What is this poem you have in your signature?
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