

All's EndThe world weavs a haze A lessened illusion An amorphous rutine The remedy out of reachAll's End
Grimacing at the figures Grievance unreal Unyielding will The pauper dies
Preaching our lives to us They never bend They never stop to care The overcast sky cries Sophistication comes to a close
Wisdom has dematerialised Lost entirely to those with power Corruption in their viens A lost battle in the eternal Endless internal warfare Followed by impractical choices
But why Why should it matter? The patriarc


Lucid Sheen.Look up, Look up at the stars Never changing; lucid A soul deep nostalia Filled with memories Recollections of a timeLucid Sheen.
When life Life, was not worth hating.
Look up, Aura of anger The oil to fuel the flame The rising flame of youth Undefined existence of a corrupt generation Told to think Taught to think For the sake of being dispised Hated by the less fortunate prisoners Condemned by those bound by the shackles of faith
Look up,
At the sun, Shining blue Night skies, red and ablaze and cloudless A


Breaking my MirrorsCrystaline canvas White, reflective and perfect I can see it in you An ability I used to see in someone My dead self The transition from him to meBreaking my Mirrors
A tragedy still on the other side Pending and unseen But two eyes Only two eyes Can pierce their way through Into my world Like bullets to the shoulderblade Shattering marrow.
The eclipse of the frozen flame Atop the candle From inside the glass It flickers As its oxygen runs low. And its wax depletes.
It is suffocated alongside the orphan Who's cry is o
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Anybody else.
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take your hand and walk away
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