UPHEAVEL
BY
EDGAR DARK SEASON
Life unhinged, unknown in the night and wilderness cities of the world, disconnected curious eyes and a mind yet awake to unself, Dream of nightmare fantasies terror of self-portraiture, Hidden as beneath a mask for purpose of purposeless existence, Knowledge of no application and dream of childhoods hopes and dreams, A burning little soul of disregard and satisfied in the furnace of despair and lost to the night of directionless shame about all the world of cities and greed, Person to person, lover to lover, Only ever seeking self satisfaction to self detrimental outcomes, Sacrificing all else that would have become a different life, Now live with the regret as the clock ticks down and time runs out
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