It fell a long way into the depth of an upturned spire, a cross of Christ the lord crucified upside on.
Falling and falling, flowing downwards around the shape of barley twist, begging to catch a barb on the way, yet missed. forgotten memories, names long gone even the one with the consideration of a song. The chemicals not working, barbiturates all the same, forgotten the tune, word as a name, tumbling on into darkness lay asleep or dead?, it's all going on inside of the head, only one can tell for the thoughts still trouble, treasured history among the rubble, lights long fading in to dark of night
love to be saddened the lessened to share
But what's the bother now, not a soul alive cares.
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