I drink from the bitter cup
that pours the leaven words of life
out upon the marble floor
Where cold as my soul it gathers.
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There's a choking within
that hangs itself upon the soft rope
The gallows breath that haunts
Tantalizes the very mind
to the fears of life, the hoarding years
That gather so fast upon the dream
fades the vision, destroys the hope
Somewhere in the lonely exchanges
where hearts pop to the pain
I grasp the final shard
the broken mirror of life
And there scream into infinity
My last breath-good-bye.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph
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