I truly appreciate the pain. You didn't think I was kidding did you? Oh sure, just fucking walk away, distinguishing the damned from the condemned, I can tell you now that there really isn't much difference. Break open the vault and assault its creator, try and leave a mark. Threaded conceptions and dangerous notions, you're well on your way to insanity. I'd seen them wrap a thick load of hope around themselves, and never left out even a little for the next one wondering. Self mutilation can do so little damage, depending on how hard you're trying to die. You bare the scars of past wars, I bare the ones that still remain. Joy is a careless thing, depression provides to up most devotion. Caged is to be contained, freedom conceives the path to be weary. There are worst things in life than pain, I can tell you happiness can hurt the most. Once you wage a battle that can not be won, then your life is based on waiting for the next one. Keep closure close, and leave behind whats left to rest.
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Vast Empty Eyes
PoetryI'm working on another poetry/short story series. It's as eccentric and dark as the other three.