Death

January 21, 2015

You are so barking up the wrong tree right now.

Life? Death is the only respite.

Let me explain.

Dragonfly's live for a day.

Love is not made for May.

Dragons cause death.

Men try meth.

Life is a curse.

Much like that purse.

Trees are burning.

Butter is churning.

Pain is sweet.

Rain is Creat.

....

I am now dead.

Lying in my bed.

My body is barren.

My soul is swollen.

I am sad.

I feel so bad.

For life is a gift, and i tossed it out to the trash.

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