Thursday, July 3, 2014



Why can’t you just be happy?
You could fall to domestica,
have love and the small things.
‘Twould be a dream realized. 

Instead, the fires lit in you
destroy, destruct and damage you. 
Living is a simple joy,
but life is Hell, a curse, a void.

Sleeping comes so peacefully
but living - you will cease to be.
I write to say, regretfully,
in living - you have ceased to me.

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