Out the mouth, no one is listening. What is to be said? Quiet the mind, but it is not dead. The voices babble inside the skull. The ideas whirl from brilliant to dull. The life has been lived, the money spent, the body abused, vessel empty and now the waiting begins. The life leaks away, carried away in the urine stream. What is left but reflection and regret? The creaking body rises from bed. Blindly hoping you'll be better off dead.
Gray Dourman
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