Retrospect
Another useless word,
From another useless soul,
My absence from the world,
Won't yet leave any hole,
In fact, if I may be tenebrous,
It may serve it better,
For the greatest work of art,
Is a suicide letter
From another useless soul,
My absence from the world,
Won't yet leave any hole,
In fact, if I may be tenebrous,
It may serve it better,
For the greatest work of art,
Is a suicide letter