Chasing memories from the future ,
tracing the reflection in the mirror ,
not recognizing ,
eyes burning ,
streaks sliding ,
wind blowing ,
but nothing moving ,
the voice that you're searching for
which is not yours .
Nothing is ahead ,
it's all dark ,
what's the damn point , beautiful ?
Take it all away for I care ,
you're not here ,
you don't exist ,
none of it does ,
nothing exists ,
pointless it all is .
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Poetry" where she is the queen " At this point, my words don't even mean anything, my lines are random, my meanings are all over the place, my endings are left in the middle. I've not the slightest idea if I can compose something coherent. It all feels li...
