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Wingless Moth Poem
Sick of the masks
sick of what i want you to see
wannna get it out
stop being the best side of me
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Remember when we used to text all day and through the nights
All those fond moments, feel like a blurry distant dream now
Sweet memories clatter into pieces of tears and sighs
And I'm alone again nothing to cherish, nothing to prove.
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Oh, no sir! I'm fine in here.
The outside you speak of
brings nothing but despair.
In fact, YOU pushed me inside.
Now why would you care
if in here, i rot and die?
Despite what you think,
this is the best of places to be in
Given that killing oneself is a sin
What do you mean " you dont know how to love",
I love my wall of social endorphin.
"The principal function of endorphins is to inhibit the transmission of pain signals"
-Wikipedia-
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Anti-passion normalization
Soul-braking pressurization
Heartless determination
Bruteforced mortivation
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What is life?
At this exact moment
Sitting in a hot crowded bus,
Headed somewhere absolutely meaningless to be in,
Yet feeling no sense of displacement for it.
What is life,
Wandering through unknown roads
Working with unknown people
Helping them in their strange endeavours
Yet feeling no sense of foreignness for it
Is life so meaningless
That doing things obviously meaningless
Doesn't give a feeling of
meaninglessness.
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Carve into your heart
with a red hot knife
Cut away that part
which justifies life
An exquisite piece
of dream like arts
Torn and shredded
into bloody little parts
Coughing it out
bit by tiny bit
What doesn't digest,
doesn't just sit
Sledgehammer blows on
a pretty white dove
The brutal fate of
an unwanted love
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Rowing a boat up onto the land
Digging the oar stump into the sand
Dragging a dead ship on dry ground
Wishing that on sea, i had drowned
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Yuri,
as elegant as a knife is, danger comes with it.
and so are you.
The closer you come to a knife, the more you can feel its beauty,
untill the point you start to feel the fear.
and so are you.
one can admire how gracefully a knife cuts,
till it cuts in to your heart.
and so are you.
Im sorry. i cant get cut.
again.
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All the passion that was brewing inside
Raging desires that engulfed your mind
Beaten and broken yet survived every time
I was your reason, your ultimate rhyme
Mountains on shoulders that crushed your heart
Poisoned your soul to tear me apart
To lodge in conformity; the glorified lie
You stopped believing, Today I die
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Lonely birds of our time
Took off from the tarted lands
of narcissism and neglect alike
Flapping wings to no rhyme
Struggle over the low grounds
In depravity and high self spite
When the mountains rise high
The cheery lot from nice homes
Put their merry hearts in it and fly
Lonely birds dread the climb
For their souls are scared and hearts beat up
And bearly hold any life
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