I slip from shadow and dark
by grinning and sour features
from all imagination i still bark
at all these twisted actors.
Parallels, meant to never touch
our fate dictates as such
discontent in our embracing comfort
thoughts of change are our concert
of voices so inert!
Scribbled on the inside of my head,
On the corner of my eyes a shred,
Words of never existing beginnings,
and piece made of these loose feelings
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