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A Song For Death
IP:
something I am still working on...
Ninteen ninety eight, she reflected the contrast of her finest pain-
she dropped her glasses and flashes of abandonment placed in shame-
harasment of the bitter days hinders the shade of more colorful displays-
her vocal cords tore away at the skies, translucent fragments of why-
her facial features drowned as the tears were on the prowl to disguse-
they ran the rouge off the cliff, dismissed any hint of regret and bliss-
a slew of them, she tried to stop but they grew in numbers like the deficet-
lighter tones roamed the pagent of her face, zoned in a sense of pain-
shadows of happier times corroded brown eyes that she won't ever regain-
she was the portrait of the every living mother, given the pastels of birth-
he was taken for from his hunger for breathing and it all seemed rehearsed-
December of the same year, I rejected every being of him that was me-
dispise my efforts my inner voice was rejected to the music of life to sing-
my body was misleading my spirit through the lands of quicksand-
stuck in one place and now this home of his seems even more aboandoned-
struck by thought his faint body falls the sillohette of a man is gone-
year after year, I could not find my persistance and my hidden strength-
so I couldn't climb mount everest, at the least the life I lived's length-
I pushed myself with the way I would paint, how I would live-
how I would compensate for the lost tears and the grief filled gifts-
so this is how I would release my soul and reach a peaceful pinnicle-
that's how left the thoughts of reality and enrolled in the school of thoughts, free...
love...
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