Is it really worth it to tarnish these illuminated pieces?
Of how millions of souls would stem their own masterpiece for sudden caprices.
Instilling a tremendous feeling of despair, cutting their blood to end a suffering that will never be repaired.
As summer falls and winter blooms, emotions are still caught up in a cage.
A cage where only the known can get caught at this age
Horrific sounds mend through
My window
Uttering a voice of desperation that is sharp as an arrow.
Dark pit of blackness starts to linger through their ears
With A loud whisper, a glimmer of hope disappears.
Oh how can they deliberately vanquish a glamorous art.
Not knowing that they were all these significant parts.
Succeeding days progresses yet the mark of his presence were still there
If only life wasn't so cruel to torture this elegant soul then, things would have been in control.
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©allissa
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