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Visage

Mortal bonds, the chains of flesh Shackle a weary spirit To a crushing forlorn succession Of a failing in the means to find answers Any action, bound to be A fruitless endeavor Disquieted passerby One gaze into a jaded pair of hollow eyes As if viewing through a pair of stained windows Of ornate painted glass The visage, like the empty pews Of a magnificent cathedral Of agonizing sorrow that which never ends Blunting the edge of indescretion I will find no relief Ceaselessly lamenting dismally spiraling Into loathing lol self reflection Catatonically stricken By the weight of calamity Ironically symbolized To illustrate a trend Bending will, I broke it. I chagrined in disbelief. mortality, transcendence

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