Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Though It won't reveal the true nature and hardship of HIS ordeal, a quick glance into the vacant EYES staring back from the mirror, with all the depth of darkness surrounding his SOUL, does sound a siren song that all JOY, once the prevalent feature in life...has now retreated south...for EVER.
A Vacant Vagrant reviled for his love of vice...twists the twine
that ended the struggle and now he swings wistfully to & fro
in the evening breeze. A Human Wind Chime
And no sane participant in this lifetime will survive...for sanity is the first and final casualty of the FOLLY we call LIFE. Only the dead endure forever...