is there something i should do
with such a precious gift as life,
bleed the moon of black blood madness,
settle down and take a wife,
or do i wander in the ether
cursing ebony bright stars,
fight the pain of my lost ramblings
and hope that soon i shall have gained?
when the dark tide has receded
will yet my progeny be pain?

Copyright 2001 Adam Lyons


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