This sickening, grueling shadow of misery
That even misery itself is never fully understood
and we all drown in a twilight of no motion
Our happiness and joys so meek and fragile
our hopes hurl'd around as leaves in a storm
and our pains are twice our happiness
Our moments of triumph but blinks of an eye
O'er these lifeless knows and hows
we tremble and falter and slowly wither
And when the end nears we knowst not why
or when, but we do know and it is never more pleasant
What is this shadow of unperfection
which swallows our pride and our beauties
with but a gaze and a wretched smile it turns
and tramples our faith and collapses our lights
The brooding voices of our own self
and our helpless soul, trapped inside a cage
that we both do and do not know
crying and loosing its mark as it sinks deeper
Maybe I do not want to participate in a world
Where shadows are definitions of light
and the falling are the ones who define the rising
and shedding tears of misery are dubious signs of a better tomorrow
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