a shrinking presence crowned with forgetfulness, break the shackles; the withered memories. let it die out it's poison. let it die with.
a thirst for hope; a will given to the greedy flesh drains you. pillars of excuses weakens the pulse of a second chance.
no more possibilities clung at half a truth. no summoning back a false fiction of companionship. those old times erased. the hour-glass has finally ran out. silenced at an end.
hidden ugliness reflected with the sharpness, the pitch of a mirror. those preoccupied, suspended at despair, a lack of reason. drowning in an abiding nauseating malice.
those in a conflicting pursuit of exaggerated selfish wants, crawling off to the emptiness of misery. those who perceive but their dim darkness, deaf to the cries in need.
I pity them.
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