Control
Isolation takes its toll Abstract to feel alone Madness unrelenting Sorrow takes many forms Obsoletion makes up every tear Ruled by every snare Rest your weary soul Yield to your new low Fear feels like home Obsessing over the past Requesting tomorrow is the last Elite! Vermin eat at your feet Earn your right to defeat Remember days so neat Yet a lie born in broken mind Torn between brutal and unkind Honor not worth anything to anyone Innocence the price of everything Not in deceit lies beauty Gentle reminder of that we forget
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J.T.
I am simply put a lost soul coming to terms with the sometimes harsh realties of life. Learing the complex intricacies of world we live by trying to understad both the beauty and brutishness of it all.
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