Thursday, March 25, 2010


in the wind of the future.
in the wake of the past.
Open the gift we call the present
and carefully fill your glass.
Pick your poison,
Drink it slow.
Fade into eternal darkness
let it all go
Forget the world,
it left you here
to suffer, cry
and live in fear.
Let it burn down your throat.
Lay and sleep in your coat.
Fade, but never say goodbye
Fear, but never look away.

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