The Good Darkness

[ControlDenied]

What will I
choose? To be a bird above which golden seas
Or
a white dot falling into a big
Do
nothing or catch your
eye? All I know
is I fell and ask too many questions. Hate and pain
fill my world but it is not real. It always begins
again. The poison, so toxic yet beautiful
and the emptied mind after a full meal
are productions of the magic of life
and death, of fun and strife.
Forgotten are thought sublimes
and all there is are now senseless
rhymes...

 

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I sense your confusion, and it's a trial we all go through. Trust me.