oakpope
Look, listen and rejoice
I didn't know it, thank you 
If you like it, another bright vision
A waste :
the last glimmer of light fades away
gray shades turn to darkness in defeat
the breath is shallow
some birds tweets remain but recess slowly
echoes to echoes to silence finally
the limbs are limp
vanilla smelling is mere memory
coppery dust volutes settle down now
the rot is within
thoughts of last meal are like neddles picks
empty remembrances of past delicacies
the worms are feeding
in the bed what has lived should be dead
in this house no souls reside anymore
but a crippled man withered by his own faults
you should not mourn his passing
he has willed his own demise
he should die in a minute, just wait and go
	
		
			
		
		
	
				
			
If you like it, another bright vision

A waste :
the last glimmer of light fades away
gray shades turn to darkness in defeat
the breath is shallow
some birds tweets remain but recess slowly
echoes to echoes to silence finally
the limbs are limp
vanilla smelling is mere memory
coppery dust volutes settle down now
the rot is within
thoughts of last meal are like neddles picks
empty remembrances of past delicacies
the worms are feeding
in the bed what has lived should be dead
in this house no souls reside anymore
but a crippled man withered by his own faults
you should not mourn his passing
he has willed his own demise
he should die in a minute, just wait and go


 
						 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
		
 
 
		 
 
		
 
 
		 
	 
		

 
 
		