Pessality

all of our dreams, all of our hopes and aspirations,

withering away, victims of time's sinister creations,

the worlds inside of me feel so distant,

a place so beautiful, nothing but a mis-print,

no sweet to offset the blatently bitter,

i'm a cat, the page is my box of litter,

even the most powerful of history fades,

no bartering with disappearance, obliteration unopen to trades,

what once was becomes nobody,

meaningless lives silly like puddy,

the imposing, impending killer that makes us weakly,

we mingle, secretly praying that death sees us uniquely...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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