Closer to the void
Furthest away from the sun
We are not alone
Oh Death, an ode to you. So feared, I love you so. I wait for you, in time I’ll go. We will meet, I’m sure, in an abundance of love.
By Pluto the Fool4 years ago in Poets
The roof leaks and the floors are bent Walls are weathered beyond repair Smells of mold, an unwelcome scent Restless, asleep, I dream of air
