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The beauty and monstrous nature of life itself..how it's so colourful and still so grey..

Submitted: July 19, 2016

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Submitted: July 19, 2016



Watch me as I saw away at this heart of stone .

The emptiness creeps into every bone .

I scream to let the blood out of my ears .

Tomorrow just won't stop,wont stop turning into years .

See the wrinkled skins,the dry wobbly knees.

I scream to release imprisoned pain .

Madness takes over me,that I may become sane.

All that was green sadly turns bad and brown. New replaces old,slowly,sometimes,suddenly,new loses its crown.

Tears trickle down my face,they tickle my spine .

Brutal ugliness lies beneath all things fine .

Absolute vainness is the totality of this wonder called life .

We labour and toil,still to rot in the pit of strife .

We shouldn't have to try so hard and cry,sigh and die .

Because the rebel,the devil,told a lie.

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