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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When the darkness finally consumes the remnants of my mind Oh the broken pieces They struck the floor this morning at dusk Cutting my toes Leaving butter and blood to intermingle Like cutting away at human flesh To match this unreachable goal Of societies defined beautiful people protocol Cast it It is because of this the last tear rolls down this deadened cheek overwrought with no outlet for my own expression numbed to nothingness I do not feel the tear which runs down the length of my silent body onto the floor My heart, My lungs. Covered in your superficial dust Seeping through the crooks and cranny Launder my wrinkled brow Polish the dirtied regions of my soul To become unsoiled Cleanse me from my sins Make me right To the godforsaken cruel reddened world Oh virtuous grace, I can never be Exactly right now can I To be like sparkling jewels Like the crystals hanging from my window Iridescently dappled Flecking the floor with pure light Until they too Fall Continuing this desire to meet it in the end WE ALL FALL Almost like a faerie princess I glimmer Oh my eyes How lifelessly they shimmer Tear apart my ribs ‘for For a smaller waist Bitterly My heart harbors a deep sorrow I wear the blackest pearls Locked away in my room Bandaged, Hidden, Monster-like Hard to breathe Just Few more weeks And The splendor of plastic Will pretty much Pretty the ugliest molecule in me. Or what is left In this empty vessel I have drowned In my own tendencies to be shallow
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