written on 3/9/21
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i dipped my hands into the fountain of youth
but pulled out nothing
my fingers ooze black as it starts to seep into my veins
something's wrong here
the water is pure white at a glance
but why is it that it's diluted once my fingers touch?
i get the feeling that this form of eternity is not mine to claim
even though i am able to blind others of the truth
this is one i cannot fool
the darkness races up my arms
i am captivated by the feeling
as it slowly attempts to unravel me
i know i shouldn't let it continue
but there isn't anything i could do to stop it
it knows what i am
and knows that someone like me does not deserve the miracle of forever
i have tainted the fountain with my own impurities
i realize that the water has changed because of me
every last drop of innocence has been drained
even i cannot be brought back towards salvation
what rots inside of me has finally taken over
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just a bit to unpack here it kinda follows the same concept of the last poem i posted. idk i just had an idea and went with it and it's not as well executed as i might've hoped but i think that's fitting, maybe not who knows anymore. anyways i love you and goodnight.
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folie
Poetryjournal-like entries taken from my journal filled with poems and tales that might not make much sense to you. read if you don't mind it, though.
