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Patience and Decay
My perfect isolation
Beyond the reach of life
I am waiting.
Waiting,
To cut out the rot wood
Waiting,
Throw a brick in the mirror
Waiting,
Sort out the weak and pathetic
Waiting,
To smash windows and kick in the door
Waiting,
Turn on the shower and fire the oven
Waiting,
Collapsing a dead star
Waiting for grub.
The decay.
Beyond the reach of life
I am waiting.
Waiting,
To cut out the rot wood
Waiting,
Throw a brick in the mirror
Waiting,
Sort out the weak and pathetic
Waiting,
To smash windows and kick in the door
Waiting,
Turn on the shower and fire the oven
Waiting,
Collapsing a dead star
Waiting for grub.
The decay.
Published 30th Sep 2015
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30th Sep 2015 7:09pm
