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Meaura Mar 2018
I'm blinded, aware of nothing anymore

The emptiness has reached from the heart to the core.

The obscured disguise of the illuminating ray

sealing me in the undying darkness to have me gone astray.

The strong hold my mask has on me,

an abstract reminder for I'm a volcano under sea.

The compulsion of uncertainty thrusting fakeness on to my lips,

a constant practice that immediately curves its tips.

My heart is stabbed with the cureless contrition

Agony oozes out by rejecting termination.

Vagueness finds its home in the feelings I try to verbalize

Insanity strikes my thoughtful headroom to unstabilize.

My wounded heart and insane mind conspire to develop a defence

against these harsh feelings that forge a fearful nuisance.

Callousness, a nightmare dressed like a daydream, a bitter hope

The dream comes true along with the bitterness to cope.

That's how I sculpted myself into a cold stone,

choosing to become all numb and alone.

I'm blinded, aware of nothing anymore

The emptiness has reached from the heart to the core.

Standing straight a stiff statue, I

wait for something to be moved by...
When my definition of 'feeling' becomes 'pain',
I turn numb and wash it away in rain.
Shutting it off seems like the only affordable solution
and I don't care if I'm consumed...
'cause I'm already lifeless.
David Crow Jan 2019
Sad is the way to unstabilize
the way,
when the earthquake hits
you'd wish you were dead,
so absurd is this play
that you spin around like
clay,
this statue in your way - it
is the symbol of vague....
sympathy,
And you really want the end
but it's somewhere else,
so pay respects to 'nay and
look over there,
Yes, there, it's not that fair
but yet oh well, might be a
lovely stay,
Where oh where, I might just
stare when angels cry,
the monster's me,
What it meant is really bent
and what you said is what it
might,
well... send a letter to the
brother and decide to call
the one and only mother,
It is really hard to wonder
when you swim inside a
pond.. eh?
There was more to this than
random ramble,
Time to cast myself with
Rambo,
in a random indian film
with the hoast of Dr. Phill,
who is.. actually called Dr. Phill.

— The End —