Song of The Fake Nihilist

 


A verymost fine thunderstorm rolled'cross
                    NE Paradise
               this evening.

/ Maybe bringin  Mahler to mind. /

 The crepuscule g
  gets dark as daylight retreats beneath us.

Otherwise..........it's all the same......everyday....

dear Leah is gone. My little girl is dead. She'll
     never come back. She'll never be with
                 us in any bloody way  

Dead,dead,dead,          And gone.
                    
                       How many tears
                     & snot droplets is it
                          gonna take....
They say, say they, it'll never go away, as long as our venal
         flesh breathes the filth we ourselves
                          have created

Chronic Congestive Heart & unimaginable heartache.

My body        has to    end       this soon.


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