Poetry

Ironic

Edging toward the edge of feeling
Ceasing to be a being
Slowly dying
All energy exerted
In brightness for the masses
Hoping for the hopeless
Resplendent idol
Stone soul
Cracked
The leprous and withered abyss calls
Fallacy, and yet, a symphony
I think I’ll jump, sleep

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