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Created on: March 06, 2010
The sharp, grey essence of life, at the moment, lies across the city.
Windows look out into a wet, cruel world with dew drops on the glass.
The weeping world has sobbed upon us.
In the morning, I woke up to find my place was certain.
The dark, hanus, monster of a depression grasps my every fiber.
I had contemplated this before.
The weather alone creates a sickening broth that resembles a cold, cucumber soup.
I swim within the concrete mesh of nothing- with no purpose, whatsoever.
His voice reveals the lies that once carried me so safely across the sunken path.
Now that the truth shines like silver, the tumble I endure grows cloudy.
In the fright of not knowing where or how I may land,
I throw my soul out in front of me, seeking just the slightest break of this disgusting fall.
The doubt that lingers above me does nothing more than strangle me like a hemp rope-
With absolutely no capability of mercy.
Nothing has beaten me more than the fact of betrayal.
Was I so blind as to give my heart to such a flimsy being?
Does the misleading by free will excuse the horror of blunt realization?
For how long has confusion substituted carless, week stupidity?
Is there ever such thing as obtaining love, and at the same time,
Pushing the urge to want more than the one gift you have been given?
Perhaps you possess a certain gift, but in the ignorance of misunderstanding it’s beauty,
You long for a disposal.
I will no longer be forced to take on the humiliating role of the second appeal.
How sick I have become;
The result of timelessly laying upon the very same shelf he set her on.
My only hope - as I helplessly re-construct my strength -
Remains that you feel it was worth tucking that stinging sheet under my trembling body.
Would you agree that I stand alone now?
Just my conscience and my empty soul-
For I have given all my tokens to pay for your ‘confusion’
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