Don’t mourn the loss of minutes for a moment.
There’s no bird in the sky. None perched here. Not one over there. No chirp, tweet or song. Neither and nothing.
Deus ex machina, the way of man. Invented a rationale, to salve the conscience.
Devils of worry | Swallow care | Cripple the mind | Murder smiles
Why do you sit alone | In the medium | Atlanta traffic buzzing by | Were you abandoned
Come to me, dear old friend. Make me forget the stabbing.
May I have this dance | Forget tomorrow | There is no email or deadline
Piercing purpose | Here are arms, hands an leg and foot | Send your daggers
Pretty little lie | Come to us in our time of need | That we may find peace
Working so hard | To stave off the inevitable and empty | And it comes regardless