What can sate the void?
A black hole where pleasures ebb
All is insufficiently toyed
With like a spider and its web
And then lost, in a fog
The siren's call of apathy
The rhythm of life in a clog
Eyes unable to rest on thee
Why is this even a choice?
And then why chosen at all?
Like screaming in a quiet voice
And dancing with one's own pall
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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