Life 4-23-06

by Priest   Apr 23, 2006


I stand here looking at this abyss
Looking for that dark, morbid mate.
No one seems to come and stay.
Instead they seem to fade.
This is no abyss, nor tranquility,
but an empty stage, a stage set up for the aphotic, morbid game called Life.

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