incomplete poem
I stay awake
And watch passing time
Ask what's my take
I say it's fine
But truly
That's not what I think
Grueling
On the brink
Alone with the hours
Thinking of super powers
For the good
For the bad
It's understood
That I'm mad (crazy)
And with the fire that flys from my eyes
While I disappear and my body dies
A sight of heaven
From the floor of h e ll
Undead unknowing Sector Seven
Just as well
Keeping consciousness
Keeping soul
For relevance
Warmth not cold
I choose love
Life over death
Turtle doves
Morning breath
To be continued
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