Wednesday, 7 May 2014


The calls of the depraved
A million miles away
A palate never tasted
Standing at the edge
Peering into the darkness yonder
To what it offered
A new life awaited
Sinful and decadent.
While the old one looked on,
The face of an old man
Writ with the wrinkles of wisdom
And eyes of sadness
And acquiescence.
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