Oct 1, 2010

Ashes Of The Fall

Crippled and tainted

By the last glass of wine

All memories faded

Like all scars do in time...

The fall before the rise,

Rise that precedes the fall,

Nothing matters,

Nothing ever ends

So be it sorrow, be it joy

All that ever begins,

Ends, and after all,

What’s the difference?

Between a boy and a toy?

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