Time isn't pro-existentialism, it's a party trick and you're a stupid child celebrating the birthday of a person you won't be lying next to in the catacombs. When you take a thought, we create illusions ourselves to live in this world without confusion. Confusion is still there, thriving, but we are our own perfidy. Those that see the darkness know that positivity is a stupid choice, because it's not stopping the graveyards. Person by person, we will all take our resting spaces. It's a grim thought to the people that can't cope with the simple idea of being dead, but we don't control anyone. Control is as allegorical as time. It was created long ago and continued in its entirety of existence because people are scared. They are scared of knowing a world without knowledge and power, a place where their imaginations aren't real. Some people already cracked the system and know this world is our own corruption and we can cry in sadness or smile till we pass, but still not go anywhere. You can't escape the power of darkness, it is reality and you are in the blanket with your kaleidoscopic thoughts, a lollipop you keep sucking on, and a big torch.
© Sincerely, ♡ - April 2023
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My Guts Create A Tapestry - Poetry
PoetryThis poetry is strictly copyright, it's all written by me. These poems tend to be written sweetly so you could be reading the most gorey poem and it'd be like it's romantacised. I don't try to romantacise them, it's the way I write. You'll possibly...
