I long to see the face of death
and let him take my breath away.
I thirst for his tingling touch
to send that cold sensation to my brain,
but
my dreams and visions threaten
the connection.
Life,
Living In Forgotten Episodes,
Pretense,
not letting internal frustrations erupt;
Hope,
that feeling that the morning dew will last till noon.
Moments like this,
I pray for rapture,
I dream of world war III
I hope for a stray bullet.
©ageless
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