End Wish

by Ramon The SvnStone Haupt   Aug 7, 2016


Here I sit slowly wishing for my death to come,
Cul-de-sac,
Seeing them around, open, not listening.

So what should I do in this land of mood and gloom?
Perhaps the brotherhood is also sometimes misunderstood.

So I can follow your blank ways,
Let your darkness flow even though I wish to go astray.

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