Demise
If one could define normal and place within it all that belonged
Would life be any easier than it is in this moment?
Could we rewind back to a time
When questions had answers and sincerity reigned?
Never will this uncertainty be completely understood.
For grasping the many truths all at once
Seems nearly impossible as I stand here today.
The mirror in which reality is reflected
Only tarnishes that which it sees,
Blinding all who attempt to dissect their true meaning.
Love is no longer.
Goodbye is the standard.
Temptation grasps ahold of our senses
Twisting them into unrecognizable structures
That our bodies and our minds can only crave.
Our arms reach out towards those who can no longer save themselves
In desperate hope that they might be our saviors.
Hopelessly wandering.
Simply existing.
While silently invoking our own selfish demise-
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