.In The Beginning
These forsaken words in time
Still spinning in the silence of our shattered hearts
And this bitter taste of beauty is foul in my mouth
Unwanted, unrequited to the depths of this own Hell
I will always Be.
Shallow breaths indication of this state of mind
A conflict of mine
Swirl, twirl, whirl in this expanse of time.
Reason is abandoned in the hearts of the loyal
Insanity is for those blind enough to see
Love was a river in the East
Poison, blood, tears.
This is who we have become.
A sketch
Of a masterpiece forgotten
And in conclusion, we are forsaken
In The End.
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