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The ink flows,
                               Word after word,
                As my thoughts fill with wishes of who I'd want to be.
      
                             Yet, I know I shall never be.
          
                      For I'm flawed beyond repair,
                               My sins cling to me,
                                   As red as bloodstains shall ever be.
            As I long for the perfection I shall never attain ,
                     The explicit truth strikes me,
                I plunge into chasms of darkness,
                        Infinite spaces of void and emptiness,
            
               Yet, I strive to let the light in me,
                       Devour the demons that surround me ..
        
            I soar, my wings spread wide,
                        From the ashes of my despair.
            My darkness brings out the light in me,
                   And my flaws shape me into perfection.

                           It dawns on me that,
                                  If I were ...
                              Shall never be.
                     Yet I stand with my head held high,
                                For I am who I am,
                            And I am proud to be ..
Beneath that smile lies the soul that suffers in silence ..
Oh Monster,
     That lives inside of me,
             Devour the demons that drown me ..
Lost in the labyrinth of my mind,
I wandered into the wild woods of your evanescent existence.
Bygone and buried deep, yet perpetual.

Are you a fading truth or a subconscious lie?
A doleful tale of a better life.
I stray past your stygian rivers , overflowing with the dolour of my heart.
And my soul, eternally haunted by the shadows of your life;
Or is it my hallucination,
A recurring mirage..
I've forgotten
How many times you forgot
You said you were bringing flowers
Only to walk through my door empty handed
But good intentions and your convincing kiss made me forget
How all I ever wanted was for you to bring me flowers
.
.
.
.
.
(I've grown a garden in your absence. They give me hope that someday someone will love me enough to not forget)
All those people,
          I used to run after,
                  are now running after me.
              
Oh, look how the tables have turned,
         I don't even recognise the faces
             of these people,
                 who are today admiring me*.

                             ~kc
                             12:45AM.
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