Why must I have to die a thousand times to see the light or face grave pain unintentionally? Your a creep, your a freak. Temporarily, never lasting, a taste so sweet, now it's gone, a feeling of joy floats through you, now it's gone. Left with memories, soon to be forgotten, it's all gone. A star will burn out, everything will be gone, every thing you know and love will eventually be gone. Everything is temporary, nothing will ever last for ever, we parish and every thing we work for will parish over time and knowing that we ask you what is the point of our lives? We are just ants only able to walk four ways, so we look up to you and ask why you make us suffer? No response, what is the point of us? No response, it's pointless, wear are you? Should I even believe? Come into my life, come back into my life. I stair at my reflection, wondering if what I see is real, are you just lying to me agin?We are blinded by our greed, we can no longer see. We love the materials, objects, the non living things. Emotionally drained, your feeling dizzy, everything starts to black out, but you smile, as you fall for you think you no longer have to face this, then you wake up and realize it was a fantasy and your problems are real, sweat drips down your face and you cry and cry listening to the thoughts racing through your head, I cried until it started to slow down, until it started to fade, until it didn't hurt so much, until it only hurt a little.
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Failing Blind Trust
PoetryThese are thoughts that race through my head often, it may not be put in the best words, it may be hard to understand but to me it's a piece of art and I hope you will think so too after reading it.
