Twisted Thoughts

Twisted Thoughts

 

In the twisted moonlight

the thought becomes clear.

No one will miss you

If you disappear.

Leave the warmth of the sofa

creep down basement stairs.

The twined rope awaits you.

A lofty affair.

And nary a single soul.

—Nobody—

shall care.

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