Dont Have One Yet
Drowning sorrows lume bettween the walls,
weaving through like a knot in a rope
Turn after turn,
Deeper and deeper.
Knowing that the end is near,
All sorrows drift in to the abyss.
A moment of pure ecstasy before that dark good night.
Copyright © Josh John | Year Posted 2016
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