BEGINNING TO END

Alone again

with the clouds looming behind,

the storms soaking in

with the only one to find.

The mirrors on the backdoor

quake and wake and break.

The door opens with that key

for only the one that shakes –

a way in, a way out

out of this mind and into that soul

with quicksands of sadness running

through without paying the toll.

The 7 years of bad luck

and hallowed be thy name,

the beginning to the end

for the one that sought his fame.


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