Means to an End (Poem)
Means to an End The dull of midnight Welcomed with open arms Still, drowning in self-pity Four walls make a speakeasy Bottles poured to hollow Spillage is always more or less That good woman vanishes...
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Damnation Slowly walking to perdition Stoppage, abrupt, to rendition Not the fields of tranquility Straight towards instability Approaching uncrossed lines Wastelands without shrines Along the...
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Dead Grass Fields Running across dead grass fields. Under the darkening grey skies. Clouds grow and clash in fashion. Rain pours to drench life away. Into flooded waters with no lifeboat. Land is...
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