The exception that proves the rule. A blog of short writings from Australia and England.
Friday, 23 October 2015
Rend Until The End
She won't know me when I'm young, she'll only know me when I'm old, when my skin is wrinkled, and my heart is turning cold. She'll never know me at my best, only briefly at my worst. She'll watch me wither and die, she'll watch them put me in a hearse. I guess she'll see me then, for what I truly am - nothing special, just a normal human man.