3 May 2012

The Living End

Isolation

The dark - the night

The light - the day

They seem the same

To the tortured mind

Cruel time runs awry

Cramming days and weeks

Into the gaping hole

Torn in the fabric

Of an ordinary life

Lived in two dimensions

Gloomy are the hours

Between the seconds

Predictable as death

The twilight world

The living end

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