Monday, April 30, 2012


Yesterday, I was so inspired
Come today, I am so tired
Days have passed
I've still done nothing
Is that why
My muse has ceased to sing?
It's futile to make sense of this
But I know I will still try
When I find the answer
I'll curl up in a corner and die
My corpse will become a part of the ground
Mushrooms will grow all around
In the darkness and the shit
I guess, this is it.
Is it?

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