Reflections on a Silence

Quiet cutting sounds throughout
Sterling silver’s perfect glint
Prison places dealing doubt
Depressed and Dying for a stint

Frigid forests working lines
Waking where Aurora grows
Awful astral dyn’sty mined
Depressed or Dying, no one knows

“Never, nothing” resultant phrase
Rested wretched boring dope
Brightened Belle of daring praise
Depressed, not dying; I can cope

[ poem ]

Author: Miles Rausch

I've made a smart playlist of all the songs with 0 plays. I listen to them because I feel bad for them not because I like the music. I'm THAT guy.

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