A kiss to the sky bearing a most venomous streak, clad in apocalyptic chic, morning was dead the evening looks bleak.
Waiting to explode in a thousand little curses, here in a sanguine grotto of wintery leisure. Contemplating semi hibernation, for what good are dead days when one can't play at being lifeless?
Here in my handy little book of excuses part 3, expressly stated under seasonal laws: article rainy days 'immoderation, indulgence, idleness is the key to surviving rainy blues' and thus I rest my case.
As the sole tomb resident knocking about loneliness strewn carelessly around, I hereby proclaim this day to be officially defunct.
Cadaverous really, in wisps of metaphorical breaths. laying prostrate on anatomical chair anticipating dissection into minutes, seconds and moments.
Abundant this sepulcher cave with intact thought bubbles that'd need a two factor authorization to break in, and even then a key to creak in.. and a key there isn't, save a secret chant my darling.. for today is dead, and the winds rustles with sighs, moans and apathetic cries; that mean little yet live as a mandatory.
Waiting to explode in a thousand little curses, here in a sanguine grotto of wintery leisure. Contemplating semi hibernation, for what good are dead days when one can't play at being lifeless?
Here in my handy little book of excuses part 3, expressly stated under seasonal laws: article rainy days 'immoderation, indulgence, idleness is the key to surviving rainy blues' and thus I rest my case.
As the sole tomb resident knocking about loneliness strewn carelessly around, I hereby proclaim this day to be officially defunct.
Cadaverous really, in wisps of metaphorical breaths. laying prostrate on anatomical chair anticipating dissection into minutes, seconds and moments.
Abundant this sepulcher cave with intact thought bubbles that'd need a two factor authorization to break in, and even then a key to creak in.. and a key there isn't, save a secret chant my darling.. for today is dead, and the winds rustles with sighs, moans and apathetic cries; that mean little yet live as a mandatory.
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