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certifiednutcase Oct 2013
Your intangible
No.1 Fan
Who rises as early as the sun
And stays with you
As you bathe in moonlight.

Never outshining
Always complying
Never complaining
Only obliging.

Once in our life
We'd become
Vapid shadows
That lurks behind someone.

A change in density
When plaque with love
From solid beings
To nothing but mere
Subordinate of light

While trudging behind
I questioned myself
"Why won't you notice
The one that is nearby?"

Like shadows we rise
And like shadows we fade
Away into oblivion.
certifiednutcase Sep 2013
Neither a word
Nor a feeling.
It's intangible
But
It's alive

Indescribable yet,
Able to cause sufficient damage
Equivalent to a single life.

Just a single day
Hundreds and thousands
Die
From the wrath
Of Pain.
In the mercy
Of its insatiable desire.

At times
Strength from it
Though mostly
destructive

No amount of mitigation
Or medication
Will cease its existence
For pain is real
And so are you.

(C.C)

— The End —