August 3rd 2008 1:36 Am
08-03-2008 1:36 A.M.
from a blank black canvas
to a bursting empty mind
expressions liberation
is keeping me confined
but my thoughts are nothing more
than a whisper in the wind
and every word there EVER was
was nothing but a trend
everything's a cycle
all the seasons birth and death
the future can only relate
by sharing your last breath
but there is one timeless word
existence breeds on HOPE
ensuring the extinction
of the loving misanthrope
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