“Hurling toward oblivion we go Down! Down the rabbit hole, hear soft whispers White furry lies and long in the whiskers We’re all mad here but only for show So drink the potion we’ve sold our soul for we can not turn back the clock has now stopped On off beaten path we’ve ran, skipped, and stopped Make yourself shrink, fit the ideal door Wild tea parties, bags gathering like storms We play many grey parts, some tragedies Our logic false, perform dark comedies Cold dread ripens to soothe hearts as it warms Crawling up the wellspring a leaking sink We soon perish, gone in a flash, a blink” — Oblivion - A.E. Rivenbark
Posted on: Sat, 08 Mar 2014 01:04:44 +0000
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