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Circumspect
Oh, burdened are the excess of humanities woes
from corner to corner,
foolish cries are caught
their expectations inject most fervently
though otherwise argued facts not prudent to the cause
withheld is my discretion,
away from all the world
never again to believe a word from lying lips that preach too much
from now until eternity,
weary are actions of this cautious mind
I am the fool
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TOO CURIOUS
Have I lost myself?
A notable question I’m sure for amelioration is inconceivable
Too curious is a mind that covets without contrition
Perhaps too many desideration’s?
They are more like unshakable ghosts eager to haunt
To save me is to kill me, as fate just contradicts archaic modes
Integrity is in the guise of swift imagination’s making fools for fun
Where am I?
Dissipated behind the curtain, too aware of the eyes of death which is at length
I have lost myself
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This Life’s Getting Old
Adamant declarations not to start from beginning to end,
simply start
Suppose the end is the beginning,
contrary to the beginning befalling its deadline
Nevertheless, it matters not, as every day commences as it expires
dark
cold
exhausting
If there is something, then why feel nothing
and if it’s aught, then truly everything is lost forever
One’s desideratum is no longer to be misplaced
Still,
it’s an emptiness that’ll decimate
Inceptions are presumptuously inundated
hope
love
happiness
Ultimately the dreaded darkness arrives and with it,
the unexpected suffocation of all notions to survive
To not start at the beginning would derail the message
allowing mass interpretations, forsaking the original intent
The end will no doubt have many misconceptions and abandonment is inevitable
hollow
tragic
emotionless
Life is stolen,
all is taken and will never be returned
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THROWN OVER
There is no clarity
I know not what I do
Or who I’m supposed to be
Lost in world that does not understand
Reaching out
Simply to come at emptiness
Truly, does no one care?
Sleep alone
Wake alone
Breathe alone
So you truly await my death?
Shell de Toni 