• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 03
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The misery of Infinity

Trapped in a warped hedonism,
weeping for a winter of discontent.

Floating on a flood of blue
through plastic tomorrows
with no palpable form.

Give me days to count,
let time be my companion
that I might feel

the rip of pain, the slow falling
away at the edges, know
the sweet smell of decay.