I look at the world
through the darkness of reality
and it seems to me that
darkness is the only comfort
I'll ever have...
My rose-colored glasses
have faded
to a dull storm cloud grey
and
the sun no longer shines on
me...
So now I count the hours
on my hands of
time worn skin and bones
until its my time
at last...
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