When the stars say goodnight,
The sun is no longer bright,
I lay my head for the last time,
Life no longer a crime,
For the last tear is shed and last drop is bled,
Take of me what u will,
Soaring and tethering on the verge of insanity,
Stripping me of humanity,
And all that remains are tendrils of memories.
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Carbon Under PressurePoetry
This poetry book is here to record my occasional bursts of inspiration; feelings and thoughts. Its a work of fiction. Also, its an original piece of work, so any copying or translating of my work without permission is unacceptable. All rights are r...