Tuesday, October 25

Death

No appetite for the sea, an empty pale
The boat stops rocking, no wind in the sail
 Ravaged by the high seas, the captain wants to rest
 Like a brown leaf drop into the ground, it knows best
 So is the wish, the I want to be
 Forgotten from memory be the end I see

1 comment:

Vaibhav said...

Why so dark. Wassup.