Sunday, March 13
Alone.
personal
daily life plagued by them
makeshift love and hate to play
struggles are worth the struggle
if time permits,we shall talk again
as the times when i'm alive
grow nearer to the day in which death is imminent
always alone in thy world
solitude is the creators wish
it is my gift of second nature
envy me, i am blessed with bliss
why should you be afraid?
for all of you is not alone
why should you think of yourself?
for all of me is alone
bask in thy austerity
conjure your own aegis
may i be your avatar
my desire is to be the one,
to perish, before you.
fear not dear maiden
lay all the world on my shoulders
worry not if you hear my bones crack
i will not fold just yet
i have much to tell you
alas the language i possess
as much as you can fathom
i remain bounded by my knowledge
hide yourself away
curl up into my chest
feel the sensations forming
tell me that i won't feel anything
to you, i have been waiting
to the mirror, who are you?
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3 comments:
nothing out of the ordinary, but still good.
its on life, my life. i cannot help if it is ordinary.
I see the two brothers have a knack for writing. Impressive.
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