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MissMalice
Poems
Jan 2015
Synthetic , The Living
They keep themselves alive
Just to die more everyday
In a world that will not listen
Able to be pulverized by mere phrases against them
Able to be fragmentized by even that of themselves
Their lips , their skin , they taste of sin
And their eyes become the looking glass
In which only reflecting that of the ****** past
Conceived in poignant everlasting despair
And when their dreams have come to end . .
With what do they fill their emptiness ?
With what to they but their happiness ?
To fragile to exist
Disciples of this game
Choking on depravity.
No love , No loss
A particular set of songs inspired me to create this .
Designed to stand metaphoric for those with depression .
Something along those lines anyways .
#depression
#dreams
#happiness
#realism
#synthetic
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MissMalice
Wonderland
(Wonderland)
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