flawed-design

In the narrow hallway of all that makes sense, will your mind still be there?
How far will it bend and twist until it snaps?

Our minds can only take so much until they tip over like tea kettles.
Spilling out all the contents from within them..

The shallow border between all that is sane, and all that is insane
Is extremely thin.

Our bodies are just like machines. Meant to be broken down into a rusted, tarnished aftermath.

The same aspect coincides with our minds, being so delicate like porcelain statues..

fallen-from-grace

How far will you stray from the warmth
of captivation known as grace?

Seasons will have seperated you between the light of her glow
and the darkness of despair.

May you ever encounter such a beauty again?

Only past and present mirrors of your being will ever reminisce
of the everlasting touch of her lips.

In the twisted scape of agony
only may your tortured soul find her kindred heart once more.

May there be one last chance among mice and men to reclaim her glory
for you are not lost yet.

If the future truly is at its desperation

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