by Travis Rent

Created on: August 23, 2009   Last Updated: August 24, 2009

If I saw true beauty would it be
Something at all familiar to me?
A face I have named at some point in time
More precious to me than that point is prime
Or would it be quite the opposite reality,
Void of confusion and meaningless casualty.
Love is the concept that curses the thought
And the thinker is placed on market and bought
For as much as was the worth
Of the young thinkers ignorant mirth.

Forgive me for I feel I must say
The emotion, love has gone astray.
It will poison the mind if it fails to set free
The heart that was given unwillingly.
And once affected by the toxic emotion,
Of limitless pleasure and likewise devotion,
But then forsaken by another's lust
The mind will stir up a nightmarish mistrust.
Under such conditions would it not then make sense
To rob the youth of their innocence
Beforehand, as to numb their souls.
To close their minds, and dumb their roles.
To follow no leader down a dark hall
Through a gape I begin to fall
Into a world devoid of love;
And all other emotion, below and above
Only feeling nothingness
In a desperate, black, nothing abyss.

Separate from real I state my existence
Extending forever I account my pestilence.
Apathy, I am your definition.
Emotion, you have my unbridled attention.
For until now I was your slave
Chained to you as your moods deprave.
Grasping for a real that wasn't
Needing to know that which doesn't
Send me away to that evil place,
That turned-up nose and that hideous face.
Your speckled purity and righteous fallacy
Mocking, and spinning your wheel of catastrophe;
You brought me up to a self I could not view
And assured me of everything I thought that I knew.

Evil bitch, how could I have known deceit?
Tyrant whore, your lesson is complete.
Bring your glow around no more
You are not welcome, I shut my door.
In isolation I contemplate
What you coldly managed to demonstrate
And frustrated I sit and think of how
You pushed me to nothing, or where I am now.
Still I feel aware of your presence,
Even here you assault with no pretense.
And peace now sinks into the realm of the unreal
As I am now even more reminded of your appeal.
If beauty must be looked at with happy eyes
I still will depress with you and your sighs.
I grow to accept that you cannot yield
And I cannot die, because death cannot shield,
Me, from the terror of a life without
A vicious smile and a precious pout.

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