Of finite and fickle
By Kitty_Cipher
Of finite and fickle life is, Throughout doubt and great suffering Comes finality, save passion. A sudden unknown ending comes, creeping as fast as sonic sound. Want naught, receive naught, become naught. A great peril of unknown loss Beckons forth of ye of old blood. Damned by owned two hands, finality. Finite, and fickle be beloved, for naught is promised, nor given. Love abstained from cruel, true absence. Farewell, lost spirit, live thy truth.
- Published November 05, 2022, 20:24
- in The Swamp
- in Vents and or Rants
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