03-15-2015, 12:09 PM
In delusion born, we die in sorrow
for milo, a man depraved
I am a man depraved;
it is the pleasure of such sorrow.
A grave man might I be tomorrow
—that is I'll be engraved—.
I look forward and for,
the yesterdays of my tomorrows,
I have no time to let or borrow,
when Death comes knocking at the door.
Erthona
©2015
for milo, a man depraved
I am a man depraved;
it is the pleasure of such sorrow.
A grave man might I be tomorrow
—that is I'll be engraved—.
I look forward and for,
the yesterdays of my tomorrows,
I have no time to let or borrow,
when Death comes knocking at the door.
Erthona
©2015
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.