Morbid Thoughts
by Anthony J
CN: Depressive Thoughts
The sweet embrace Of a day gone past One inch closer To the breath, my last Time creeps onward Minute by hour Ever more brittle Like a plucked flower Genes decay The body rots Out of the way Just passing thoughts Tomorrow sighs On yesterday's fumes It's now forgotten Just dusty plumes So say goodbye Don't question when Someday I'm sure We'll meet again