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Lack of Liveliness
Life, unjust; never predictable.
Wispy and whimsical, yet so fragile and frail.
Doth it always be so unyielding?
Its harshness tears the mind, withers it away.
Time, but another part of life's cycle,
Erodes what little beauty there is of life,
Leaving only pangs of sorrow and mourn
for what was once joyous drops of sunshine in
this lake of piteous despair.
Look at me. Look into my eyes, my soul.
Do you see it? Do you see what I see,
When I look into my gaunt reflection?
Cold, jaded and fragmented gems, dulled
from knowing the decadence mortality of human nature.
Can they see you?
The orbs that gaze into past, scry into the future's time,
and drink in all of the present.
See how these frigid winds of debauchery slice
Through my flesh like a guillotine's
Blade through a tough neck? No?
It must be only my eyes that can see
Such an insufferable, horrid view.
Life tends to blind all those that wish not
to gaze upon the truth of how it really exists.Icon by
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