[A testament of impending death
Hastily scampered, out her mouth as if
She could never again speak, did she falter then.]
I have reason to believe
The red sun sets, slanting
Oftimes, in a capricious east.
The permeating aura
Of blue pre-dawn stars
Speckles this pair of onyx pupils.
I have accumulated
Too much suffering
Within a pint of murmuring blood.
My curing days are over
I ambulate mechanically,
And healing had always been a ruse.
I wish to lay down my white-coat
And cradling some dolls and a weathered wand
Retire to a cave behind the western falls, forever.
April 19th, '09.
Blast from the past...nice.
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