Cry For Tomorrows Sedation – Unhinged Poem

Succumb to the noose that hangs from the tree of life, for it threatens not only your tomorrow, but the carefree attitude you give today, a threat from life itself, a curse, a promise, no cure, sedate the pain, feed the beast beneath flesh, a farewell of fondness, a kiss on your dying lips, a festival of death, with no tomorrow…..

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