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Oct 2015
Its that moment
Where stars collide and neurons click
That everything becomes clear and confusing
All in one instant
And that painted smile
That empty gaze
A fabricated innocence
But im drunk
Im drugged
Intoxicated
By both and without my own accord
Yet the truth is there burning
At the pit of my stomach
In the silence
In the solitude
What is said and unsaid mean untold multitudes
Oceans of information
Between longitude and latitude
Of lies
To what degree are we innocent
Which part of our guilt do we claim
And proclaim that we have nothing to do with it
Our own demise
The destruction of happiness
Of wonder, bliss
Of everything  sweat for
Cried out, bleed and wet for?
But therefore
Iā€™m not longer afraid
What can you do a corpse in a grave?
For I have massacred my self
My soul is one with nothing but the shelf of
Emptiness
On which I placed myself upon
Believing magic like a pawn
Iā€™m simple
Destitute in truth
But it would just take a word
From you
To make it absolute.
Monica Figueroa
Written by
Monica Figueroa  United States
(United States)   
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     mike dm and Mike lowe
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