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The seconds of a slice of life
slip by, tick away;
watch them sometimes at night
when everyone is asleep,
alone with thoughts and coffee,
cold in a stained cup.

Gettin' old and older, can't stop it,
can see death around the corner
offering no shoulder,
colder comfort;
something bleak grows on this
blackened vine, bitter wine
and fear, patched mother
in decline.

Thoughts appear and
too fast to grasp,
try to escape nostalgia's
empty before the clock hits thirty,
godless and amoral, coffin heart
full of apathy and reality,
but nothing and everything left to see,
or just more ennui, maybe.

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The following comments are for "Memento Mori"
by verve

Yikes! Does life really suck?
Good job!

( Posted by: jonpenny [Member] On: August 26, 2009 )

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