Warmth,
Love, Joy, Optimism
All fade as the days wane
Souring from both left and
right
Disappointments abound
Being dragged through the
mud
The body in disrepair
Crumble in pain
Again and again collapsing,
tumbling
Fiery hand crushing the left
Squeeze the left harder and
harder
The end is at hand welcome
the sleep
No more of the shrew’s siren
No more of the Leech sucking
life’s blood
No more of the incessant
grinding of the drunken rage
Sleep good fellow, Sleep
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