destruction is a form of creation,
but only in the eyes of the happy,
and through the eyes of the sufferer,
the creation is found nowhere,
but destruction is found on their body.
//
the sufferer can tell the difference,
as they how to destruct,
their minds, relationships and bodies,
they can see creation in the world,
a world that they detatch from.
//
but the creation is dimmed,
as the destructioin continues,
while all this occures for the sufferer,
the happy ones are sitting still,
waiting for the destruction to come.
//
that is beautiful in its self,
and the creation of that beauty,
is the destruction of another,
forming a world this is of false eye,
made only to shelter the happy ones from reality
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Poems
Poetryall of these poems were written by me in my best times and in my worst. i'll let you figure out which poem belongs in which time.
