And Then There Was NothingA Poem by hypochondrita...
You've got all the time in your hands
Until you don't And I know this is one of those quotes That makes your irony groan Really? You've got something until it's no longer there? That's plain logic all minds share Well, then what's so special about this one? When it proves itself, you're completely gone Game over, my friend You never stood a chance We as humans never really learn how to value this side of the fence But I guess It's not that bad The illusion of death's tardiness will keep away the sad And does it really matter after all? Is wasting really a waste... If you never realise it within your days? Sounds like to me its relevance only depends of conscious regret F#ck. Then I better get this out of my head...
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