The First Day

February 12, 2014

A first day of a new life

The old one ended by a knife

Nothingness surrounds me

Taking I away all I would be

Ain't this a surprise

That I can lo longer use my eyes

Wasting away in a wooden box

Slowly being crushed by rocks

So it happens this way

And so here I lay

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