7/21/2019 Wanders of the Mind

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Slowly poisoning myself

to death, my dear

Drowning for air

slowly

I am becoming none

like a cowarddoes,

slowly.

There is nothing I care more about

than of tomorrow, my dear

Slowly weaning to dissipate

from the unrealness of my mind

slowly

to die among the laughter

slowly.

To rise from nowhere

to nowhere

slowly

Like a coma

slowly

to irrigate my mind

In a burst of slowly

I am the show

slowly

Scorching through the skies

for sorrow and for ghostsSlowly

passing towards us

to collect our souls

slowly.