Disposition

A Poem by Wraith.

The precipice of nothingness

Absconder, Absurd

In orbit, esoteric black

Woven flesh

Unfinished.

© 2015 Wraith.

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jacob erin-cilberto

sometimes we feel this way...on the edge of nothing, at the door of nothing...just bluesy, moody...manic

and that everything is absurd...life is a series of unfinished business.

Posted 10 Years Ago

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Wraith.

warwickshire, United Kingdom

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“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been.. more..