Brusing Light
pass out into night
ending the battle brought forth slowly decaying
and amatorial ties
as I, this night
reflect on life
my time
conlicting vehemence
my mind
to forsake passion to intellect
or wit for reign
to expire to empty air
or depart in infatuaion
to myself and all of whom I am,
whom do I follow when every world seems dead?
with disunification as a way of life
there's nothing much anywhere
confusions
-might shrouds-
ignorences
-flight while-
novelty invalidates reality at the cost of youths
-minds-
In the middle of this
-comes the-
symbolic stake
-to tie down
rationality
and bind the idea of concious thinking
to whom do I pray
when nothing seems
roached
why believe in history
when only yesterday
seems like a lie to me!
with tools of demolition
to life I praise
thee destruction.
with organized intuition
to myself
I pledge
mental depletion
By Giff
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