Poetic

Soul no more

Nourish me with darkness pure
To starve the blinding light foul
Wanting all my past, all my present, all my future
Tense to the last
Eating stale fortune off my plate
Mouldy goldish crumbs I scrape
Craving what was never mine, never yours, never ours.

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