the cats gone and the cradle is empty.
all thats left is the nothing you seek
Happiness, what a mythical notion,
an improbable legend that sets stomachs to motion
Sickness, oh infiltrate this body just once,
twice three times the devil in store for
Me, laugh if you will. You must. For it fills the vast vaccuum wich groans for wanton legacies to unfold.
blanket me with sweet parting words,
choke me with cliched verses,
overflow this raging river
Till ocean finds
your Elisium
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