my own loss
tears cascade from my eyes like a waterfall of lost hopeas i try to cope with what is but slip off this slope plunging
to a self denying world that constantly walks a tight rope.
blood flows from my veins slit open hoping for redemption
an exemption from this sad excuse of life did i mention,
an inner intervention of a non conventional life.
a catastrophy of a reality,the immortality fades when touched
and clutched the fact that i am a casualty of my own doing
creating my fatality through duality for this is not the first time......nor the last.
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