Lament my soul, Lament and watch black trickles of sweet poison flows quietly into my river that accumulates in a dam now full drop after drop until it gives in explodes, expose Wound in my soul festers in sight as maggots arise a horrid stench from opened heart left to dry out under scorching heat of a raging sun only to be flipped engulfed forever by the darkness of a cold cold night, to freeze to numb to die quietly
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Well written........great words !
Mick.