The dark chasm of life twists,
Endlessly piercing the souls of man,
Alcoholic senses numb, only to return with the crisp cold of morning,
Hearts beat sorrow tones, dark hair sways in the breeze.
Music sounds in the air, people talk of nothing, intoxicated smiles,
A word, a touch, a kiss,
Callousness holds no bounds, the harsh symphony of emotion takes over,
Tears fall with the rain, crystalline eyes sting.
Explanations do nothing for the broken mind,
On the brink, looking at the sky,
Drifting clouds content,
Shimmering brutality beckons me.
Control of that last step is all that remains now,
Off the edge,
Into the night,
The peices to be picked up by others.
Cold, unmoving, gone.
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Lol this is entirely epic.
Kind of reminds me of a party situation.
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