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Eulogy: 143

February 8, 2011 Leave a comment Go to comments

Deeper and deeper I delve
My ultimate plan shelved.

Emotions revealed?

I think not Mercutio!

Aye…a scratch…just a scratch…in my heart.
A plague upon your houses? Nah just in my mind.

My lonely soul wanders the streets like a stray dog.
It knows not its way home.

Belief, the lacking metaphorical bone.
Once I believed in forever more.
Now let me weep over the corpse of my dead credence in it.

Take the Poison to my lips. Pass from this coil.
I fear it will not awake next to me and do the same in my honour.

 

Rest in peace my whimsical young foolish mind.

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  1. February 8, 2011 at 12:30

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