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Vivian Sin May 2014
The world we live in is a Cruel, vicious place,
where the lowest in society is used as toys to the rich,
implements of torture is no longer used for punishment.
Now, for the pleasure and the merriment.
What good out of the agony and distress gives you satisfaction?
Ask yourself are you human ?
A human,would have beared compassion.
Not like those
But, i understand,
even if i don't,
That times have changed.
This is the modern society. Attitudes changed. People change!
We do what we have to do to adjust  with amendments made.
Some say 'life was better back then'.
Was it?
The slavery, the long winter wars, the awful hierarchy.
How is it all better?
Maybe it was. Maybe it was not.
everything fits into place now.
Technology is our distraction from the world around us.
It's for the best'
How would i know?
Life clearly isn't a fairy-tale.
Maybe that is a good thing. Maybe... Not
What is Reality?
I was inspired by an street artist's paintings of what depicted society. Some of us have underestimated life and took what we had for granted. I am not going to tell you crap that people always do. Like, -Be grateful. Cause i don't think i can do anything about the way you think and the way you act. It's up to you. Not me YOU. Maybe the way you think is right. But What i think doesn't matter its you
Vivian Sin May 2014
Somethings
are
meant
to
stay
six-foot
underground.
Whether
Alive and breathing
or Truly dead.
but, does it matter?
Like choosing between dancing with fire,
engulfed by flames,
or being locked in a passionate kiss with death.
Everyone meets their fate.
Death.

But, death would not take me.
No matter how many limbs I broke,
How many arteries I slashed.

It was there for another hundred years to torment me.
People wanted to know whats my secret,
I told them to ask death.
They laughed.
But it is true. I've met death.
And he is a stone cold *******.
Don't worry, you'll meet 'it' one day.
Your time will be up,
soon enough.
About someone who tried their best to die, but failed, (unfortunately for them) living for years to come
  May 2014 Vivian Sin
EJ Aghassi
70 million ways to
remind you why you
make my skin flutter
and heart crawl

but I couldn't even begin
to put into words,
as your eyes matched mine,
In level and intensity

and
With fear of the unknown
and equally the known,
with fervor,
with yearning
with despair

eyes ignited
eyes in stasis
bruised but widened

I'm
terribly sober
but intoxicated by you
and I can talk
and talk
when I'm intoxicated

70 millions things
I'm compelled to say
but I don't know
where to begin

I just can't
though believe me
when I tell you
that I want to
Vivian Sin May 2014
You can't even trust the signs of "authentic" and "genuine" anymore.
The word human does not even assure me. This, I abhor.
Is it so alluring to be someone you are not?
What have we become?
'Concealing our imperfections.'
Someone with emotions, real feelings.
Someone with more than just hoax motions.
That is the true crime: losing who you are.
discriminating yourself.
Becoming Artificial.
We humans, are Superficial.
Our society. Who we are. What we become. Dehumanizing ourselves is just the beginning.
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