COLOSSUS
ALL HEARTS REST WITH THE SETTING SUN
Friday, December 11, 2009
Hollow Earth
Hung myself with that rope called hope,
dangling three inches from the floor,
and the chair's turned over,
making no attempts for support.
Death follows all men,
He just walks a little closer to me,
Forgiveness now a memory,
created for the weak.
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