The water's chilled, but the ice is rotten.
All your thoughts are soon forgotten.
Clouds roll through you, inky black,
Suffocating on flour and crack.
Veins all stiffen as blood decays,
Poison eating you for days.
A perfect bliss, though sharp and tainted,
Your smile pasty cold and painted,
The ebbing joys of the night's descent
Bring final thoughts as you lament,
Repenting that which made you fly,
The junk you bought and had to try,
Eating at your fleshy meat,
Petrifying, head to feet,
A wooden glaze across your eye,
- Regrets by Imlucarini
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May you always have work for your hands to do.
May your pockets hold always a coin or two.
May the sun shine bright on your windowpane.
May the rainbow be certain to follow each rain.
May the hand of a friend always be near you.
And may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.
Keep smiling, although it hurts.