Dead'ing.
Dead'er.
I'm moving to Tumblr.
See you guys on the flip side.
As a parting gift to you,
YES, that virtual you whom I talk to....
A last poem.
A sign that this blog is over...for now.
A Sign
As the thunder claps,
On the last beat,
Of the song in your head.
As the sky turns,
Colours bright and dim,
Reflection of your artist dead.
Tis a sign above,
A message of beyond,
We tend to contemplate.
But it is only such,
If you think it to be,
Do not become it's bait.
It, being propogation,
By your internal media.
With tendencies.
But, freedom is as well,
A small step back for us.
Somewhat a dependency.
Sign off,
To a sign naught.
And be content.
We're written off,
The one thing we want.
The future emblazoned in the the present.
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