I say leave the emotions to the emotional.
They dwell on self-pity along with doubt.
While I build a world of cold stone.
I will revel in my self made throne.
There will be no need for hesitation,
for I cut straight through those below me without a second glance.
But alas very few things last,
so I will sacrifice all redemption and sanctuary in order to dance on the edge with death.
Once I finish my dance of unkept ruthlessness I once again return to my world of solitude.
Now back in my element I feel the sunshine on my face ever so lightly and sigh
in remembrance of what that feeling did to me.
But in the end, it fails to warm my heart so I sit on my throne alone but not lonely.
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The Fault of Being
PoesíaWe dwell deep in our minds constantly. Never knowing whether or not we are going to get out alive, but that doesn't bother us. The fact that we don't feel so alone makes all that pain worth it.
