For Tomorrow Ye Die

[blackswordsman]

For Tomorrow Ye Die



I stumble in the dusk
Following a bloodied trail
Left by my soul
Lurching into the lowering darkness

And the air greys down, darker and to black

Looking up at the faint lunar lamplit sky
I feel cool air on my face
The damp of an impending fresh rain
It will purify the bloody earth
Wash the splintered bones shiny

And rivulets will wear them away

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What is suffering
And was it there?
Or was it merely a delusion of the dysfunctional
Soon cured
A good nights sleep
A course of "medicine"
Apples and celery
Eat, drink and be merry

For tomorrow ye die.




- Christian Maitland-Smith