sculpting the imagination
thank you for my death
if i must go
let it be by your hand
and as our eyes touch
to search for truth
i will enter oblivion, elegantly
in a river of blood
Leave a comment | tags: blood, death, oblivion, poem, poetry, truth, writing | posted in higher plane
*~ mmm ~* michaelmcguirtmusic
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