So much to live,
Yet the yearning for death,
Perpetual
Born unto a bastard nation,
The dying remnants of our
Bereft promises made unto me,
I always remember watching them
I Have Within Me, This Knowledge
The Darkness Within
That
"He that is slow to believe anything and everything is
Concepts, communication.
Balance, domination.
Unseen, yet practicable.
Where
Inside and around I see misery, suffering.
A new level
Disgust for the standards set by you,
Disgust for your
Incessent Drone Of Misery
Pyrrhonism Grows Into My Veins
Like
Sullen, I loom forth into the microcosm,
Exuberant voices abound.
They look through their rose-coloured glasses,
At the beauty of
I Ponder Eternity
Longing For The Keys Of Time
To
My destitute life I owe to no one. I reside
Windows of shattered dreams. Laid out before me. My broken
Internal images, Scattered within translucent thought. Order amongst the chaos
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