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Something to Kill Me To Life
Through the back door, like thieves
Besieged all my hushed attributes
Giving wellbeing tips that gave me grief
I walked upward in strange unrelenting light
Alas, as leaves stricken by fridged november
I returned unto mud, tied to the shade of night
Tied to dying trees ready to fall into graves
Tied to all my smiling digital demons
Tied to flecks of white to which I am a slave.
~anonshadow😏
Besieged all my hushed attributes
Giving wellbeing tips that gave me grief
I walked upward in strange unrelenting light
Alas, as leaves stricken by fridged november
I returned unto mud, tied to the shade of night
Tied to dying trees ready to fall into graves
Tied to all my smiling digital demons
Tied to flecks of white to which I am a slave.
~anonshadow😏
Published 21st Nov 2016
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21st Nov 2016 12:43pm
Seasons cycle...life and death and life again.:)anonshadow. You captured that well as a parrarel to life and living.
22nd Nov 2016 6:59am
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22nd Nov 2016 7:42am
Thank you for stopping by, indeed it is a bit of a transformation. Always great to see you around!
~anonshadow😏
~anonshadow😏
