

ComatoseDid I last night stiffen cold? My hands all waxy, thin and old Have I dreamt my years away Til body loses soul?Comatose
Have I found no heart to save, But polished stone of granite grave? In slumber, did my youth decay And leave me no control?
I fear my face is sunken deep A hollow where my dry eyes weep Their heavy sobs of sorrow Crawling down my bony cheek
I feel my muscles move no more With glassy eyes, my outlook poor I once had strength to borrow Now I won't stop growing weak
you're insane, like me
yay.
*continues gnawing on piece of cardboard*
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I paint with words, and see with a camera.
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"What was that noise"?!!........ It wasn't me!!!!
I only have a name because deviantArt requires that I do.
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"Difficulties increase the nearer we get to the goal." - Goethe
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