Minuit
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Broken
I reached a breaking point now,
Transversed through a blessing...
I no longer am as frail as I was,
The breath in my lings
Wastes oxygen...
And I miss the embrace of Death again.
As dark as he may be,
He cannot compare
To travel changes...
To life's lonely air.
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