"Unattained"
Inside myself,
I saw the shadow of wealth,
The hint of something happy,
Something no longer me.
Within that void,
I reached for the dim light,
That could make me alright,
But I clutched disappoinment,
In the end.
Inside this house,
All lights are doused.
I can't see,
I'm always bumping into things.
I grab for the strings,
But it suddenly doesn't have any,
Why won't the curtains stay open for me?
The cloth always disappears,
When I'm near.
In this small world,
I feel like I'm being hurled,
Large stones at all the time,
By the same deranged mime,
Who's paint and lack of voice,
Is a lousy choice,
To mask its stigma.
Though its stench is still very clear,
Anywhere.
In conclusion,
I'm living in an illusion,
Created by some twisted freak.
Because we're all born meek,
We fall easily into its detailed weave,
Which humanity might never leave.
So I'll just retreat back into myself,
And sniff that impression of wealth,
Unattained.
- natasha!
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Love, Suicide, and Graves
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