what
human
are you,
unblemished?
what human
are you,
untainted?
what human are
you,
unbroken?
...exactly.
you are
no
human;
UNTAINTED, UNBLEMISHED, UNBROKEN.
you are an
empty soul
crying
howling
screaming
at the
void
that reality
has made
just for you
because you,
unhuman,
you
cannot
feel
a
thing.
..and isn't that much worse?
--
A/n: today I not only broke the color theme I had going on for a long time, but I also failed to do something right again!!!! yay!!!!!
I'll shut up--hope you enjoyed the nonsense poetry I suddenly began sprouting out. (I should be updating inevitable but guess I've lost the energy to do that too, nowadays)
-a
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colours
Random"can you paint with all the colours of the wind," a bunch of scenes accompanied with plots I am yet to figure out © s.addy, 2014-2015
