The wave of regret unfolds into the destiny of a gaze
the symbolic truh whispers as the vibration rejoices.
The fabrication of the sensation crawls into place
the truth of light shimmers in the ticking of the clock.
Only the person finds the reasons to exist
the last momment is the final cry from a thirsty mouth.
Once the music sold my heart but now it will simply
allow the final memories to become a reality.
A twisted sense of music flows from the wicked color of my deep wishes,
I am twined inside the core of the sour apple.
With the echo of eternity I am shifted away from myself,
alone I regret I am left as the book closes my eyes.
Please tell me what you think
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excellent
It doesn't make much sense - but it doesn't have to. The play of words play with the emotions, leaving one twisted with the contrast between nonsense and deep meaning! I like it, and you should keep writing forever; done't ever stop.
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