The Proposal.
never will we
be apart
forever
even in
death together
never will we
dine alone
in a cold
november
never will we
shed a tear
from each
other
be mine
forever
and ever
Sleep.
we slip
through
existence
we hinder
creation
we pass
through
time
we lose
our
mind
Land of Maladies.
extricate me
from this land
of vacuity
and frivolity
from this air
that chokes me
with toxicity
from this sight
that blinds me
with agonising imagery
from this humdrum
iteration thoughts
that plagues my memory
from this anarchic
degenerate aura
that blackens my vitality
extricate me
