Quite, As a Simple Death

December 6, 2009
The most distant open is no longer, even after the closest closed its haven as well.
In here it's full of you and more, more dust
And before me the last candle goes out.
Last candle, my last hope my last light.

I've been waiting, for the time of forever
You might think finally, but it's still so far.
I must get through this
through the world, through the time
A place to run
A place to run together
Where my sanity can be left far behind,
and with luck... forgoton

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