All out of heart, aching;
No reason why, no reason for
The waste of every moment gone
Or the pleasures behind forsaking.
The pain behind the quest for validation,
And the disappointments of the abstracts
Produced by the mortals, to eternally exist
To add meaning to a pointless destination.
And you still choose to make it complicated;
To give up the need, and to self abuse.
My way could work when you stop holding back.
When you let be what you've been keeping sedated.
But i'm one against a wholesome of absurdity,
Causing and affecting all at the same time,
Then rebelling against the deeds of your hands.
Driven by your deluded divinity.
So, i'm going to cuss with no concern
About your fragile moral codes.
Holding it inside is nothing but nothing.
I've reached the point of no return.
Fuck the void that expandes inside,
And the journey to find purpose.
I was born and torn with an organ
That produces emotions that do not abide.
Fuck your gods and their egoistic supportance,
And their powers and their masterpieces.
Fuck your rights and fuck your wrongs.
They all serve your unimportance.
Fuck the curse and fuck the gift,
Fuck your empathy, and your laughs, and your cries, and fuck you.
Fuck this poem as well and fuck its meter.
And fuck the rhyme i'll keep breaking.
Fuck death too
For absolutely no reason at all.
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Of Agony And Hope
PoetryA random collection of poetry, each telling a story that only happens between the time you start reading, and the time you've stopped...
