There is a life
In words
That everyone
Couldn't witness.
The life in it itself
Is an oxymoron;
Fills you with joy
And makes you cry.
Happiness is fictional
Suffering is factual
Joy melts and
Pain freezes.
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Be alone,
Find the joy
In the solitude it brings.
Write syllables in torment
Let them kiss each heart it is read
Let the agony rejoice in words
And let the joy weep in pain.
Let the world of pain
Dissolve in every note of music
Let it disperse in each cheerful mind
And **** all the lives of mythical muse
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 3:50 AM UTC
There is a life
In words
That everyone
Couldn't witness.
The life in it itself
Is an oxymoron;
Fills you with joy
And makes you cry.
Happiness is fictional
Suffering is factual
Joy melts and
Pain freezes.
Read more
Be alone,
Find the joy
In the solitude it brings.
Write syllables in torment
Let them kiss each heart it is read
Let the agony rejoice in words
And let the joy weep in pain.
Let the world of pain
Dissolve in every note of music
Let it disperse in each cheerful mind
And **** all the lives of mythical muse
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