breaking the downward spiral... i hope


my house and time

oh what else have i forfeited this day
but for time and its essence.
alas myself i find malice
with knives concealed behind the folds
and melancholy to be its accomplice.
for light enters and is entrapped
'tween the sordid twining
of ornate ponderings and regret.
silence toils under cover
and to what does it beget?
but wretched knells of hours spurned
to cling onto this object faint.
will you not remain now, my love?


how wretched it is, the slavery of nothingness

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