The wrath of existance

19 Nov 2004

thuto
My being in total weakness
stumbling upon harsh lands of digested sickness
and quick sands draining realities
of faded mirror visions
potraying the seas faceless masses
ghosts in the oceans of souls.
It hits me unaware and trembles me
before vultures who breed my deepest guilt
and so i wake before the sun
hoping to stare it down
but the jouney of memory cracks my cold feet
and brings me to my knees
to taste the death of night in the morning sands
and that's when it hits me
a day is just but a prey to my pain

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