written in stoneA Poem by moo to the world
subtle oblivion
creeps into my corners and waits to move till every time i try to look at it directly and i know this is hopeless no one not a single breath will be spared for my simple frustrations i would drink poison just to feel a little more like you kill every grey cell in this shell i was born into till i am light enough to fly high as you and your incomprehensible world make it seems just a little easier for when the tall grass comes to cover me in sleep for at least at the end we were friends © 2013 moo to the world |
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