Realism cannot bare the truth
Of those petty lives we loath for
I cannot create more than I can assemble
There’s no more to a carcass than its core
Unwilling to alter, unwilling to change
Insatiable starvation of body and soul
Longing to portion these amoral corpses
To supply our lives to a finer whole
Lusting for better days of essence
I cannot see with my eyes closed
I cannot crawl into an existence
Therefore…I die
Ravening Existence
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2 comments:
very kewl , u really got what it takes...keep that sweet brain of ur working and composing this sweet poems that echoe through my mind ;) luv ya babe
^^; heheheh
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