Morbid Muddle
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Why do some people
Find self-destruction
So romantic? Why do
I run to embrace death
When I am so terrified
Of it? Just a moment's
Contemplation of the
Stark realm obliviate is
Paralyzing, yet there
Lies imperforate peace
With contemplation of
Its dour welcome, to
Bury my face deep in
Its bosom ... dark,
Warm, soft, peaceful
Desuetude ... ruination.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2018
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