Something from the Back of My Brain
Progress of the modern man
Will not be mine with withered hands
The face of life I can't abide
I'll take my chance -
The turning tide
Will see me dead before the dawn
I know I'm not the only one
To feel the putrid breath of failure
Keelhauled like the condemned sailor
Brace myself for what's to come
Knock back the lukewarm purser's rum
Dead before I'm twenty five
Was never glad to be alive.
~Darkling Plain, Oct. 13, 2006
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