Dark Poetry

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Sometimes you just wish to disappear

From the existence of your wisdom

From your own being

I don't mean to kill yourself

But to indulge yourself with another existence

Live another life

Just for one moment

Just until the moment you start to miss your own human being

Just one second

One day

Vanish from the air

Feel homesick for a place that never existed

Just inside your sick, insane mind

Mindset full of ghosts

Hunting your desires with nonsense

Urging you to reappear

To use your hateful but useful poker face

So that you could never be yourself

Until you run away again

And again

From yourself

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