Polluted, corrupted world
The flood of death risen
I ran on shattered glasses
Reaching out to myself
Smoke cascades to the sky
Eating on the color blue
Vomiting grey and red
That, again, feeds upon us
I am but a lone survivor
Standing amidst the chaos
Looking for myself
That I'll never find
Despite how worthless
Despite how pointless
I'll still look for myself
Until I'm no longer alive
And if I die, someday
I'll be dead alone
As a lone survivor
In search for myself
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Hearts of Roses
PuisiA series of poems about romance life and its ups and downs. Mostly downs, but that's what reality is. Too many ups will give you painful downs. More downs and less ups makes balance. Or maybe I'm just seeing it wrong. Oh, and a wee bit of creepines...
