Mariya (0nce) wrote,
Mariya
0nce

on sarcasm

A fear turned fortune turned goodbye postponed

The frantic, futile threat “You’ll die alone”

Will turn the stomach and the mind around

From force to impotence, plant in the ground

 

My coldest sweat, his sharpest pain, collapse,

The final grain of yellow sand elapsed

All hope abandon, ye who enter here

Effect goodbyes, lest fortune turn to fear

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