Deservingly Deservingly,Sadness overwhelms.A lonely, frigid moment focuses ambitions, Leading these tired bones to happiness.The End Comes - The Beginning AwaitsForever whelmed, even in peace.Comfort, I am undeserving of its calming nature.Shame grasps.It must not define me.Taking from my Loves with remorse. Pathetic and pityless, but no longer is there emptiness.For a time, at least.A foolish, pretentious soul thirsting for love's waters.I feel.I feel too much.Ecstacy lets me seea Deep inside of meDesire yearning to be set freeLove that could beInstead,Loneliness FestersFilth PenetratesHate Degenera
Subjective Objectivity * Subjective Objectivity; or Actuation of the Physical Self *Sorrow's Panopticon lies beneath a towering willowwithin, Sol reverberates among a circle of trees and stonesurrounded by a bottomless black oceanmirrored as a Vibration reflected in an Endless Age+ - While barely surviving in this empty state, faith returns for a moment.+ - dreams are no longer abstractlimbs reach, take hold, release limbsnow rising above and beyond the whirlpool beneath+ -The Beast Beneath Me, spiraling down to a deep within.|a release still unknown to Sol+ - wings form once again, as if never gonespreading, extended to catch the Breath o
Love's Remembrance Abstracts, the foci of this heartReality, an unsurity that will not evolvea nothingness fills the vesselHatred should only last for that of the feeling itself.---But the necessity of temporary malevolence is never proven useless.+ love : hate -+ happiness : sorrow -+ ambition : apathy ----contrasting forces eternally breachingrupturing on another planefaulting in every aspectthough, somehow, there is a continuationNo matter how much self-defeation occurs, love still carries this man on some strange, depressive journey.One of positives, as well as negatives: Endlessly
Meditative Joy of within This Sterile Dreamstaggers outward Beauty not meant for The FiendLove that once seemed cleanMarrow tainted the origin, A Vile Beingan abstract, The Unseeninduced by This EvilSol, no longer freebut with Hopefullnessthere is A KeyThis Knowledge that lets me seethe complimentary nature of The Tea
Men Tall, I Tea towering and quivering in confidence confined to themselveswhat they do is Rightwhat they do is Wrongyou make it what it ishellish wrath with tranquility in hatea mindset and a truthwhom am i to question comfort in Ignorance?i am comfortable as wellwhat is Love?swirling colors
Talvi pale dawn approaches on this frigid dayan endless brumal ocean of crystalline solitudedeep freeze withinfrosty quintessence - an iced and empty lakesnowfall is the element the tears of these wintry daysagonizing, frost-bitten, melancholiablindingly white scintillating brillianceon the lonely, bitter daya glimmer of hope is somehow perceivedthis vast, cold void is consumingall colour, all feeling, all lifemy chromatic disposition neglectedthese trees are the only consistent Pleasure to lifeDeforestate: starved and withdrawn compassion
Violeta Sadness is inspiring like the scent wind carries from a field of freshly blossomed wild flowers.Sorrow is an emotional spiral that endlessly deepens and branches like an eternally growing dead tree.Sanity becomes more distant when these feelings never change but time moves on.LifelessnessFailureAggressionLonelinessThe tunnels that enter deep within the head bring forth the smell of your familiar aroma.Fear - our constant pathetic natureStrength - forgotten during the realization of meaninglessnessMeaninglessness - no longer is it true when I see your smilePatience - what I've had to relearn since I forgot prideInsanity
Beamoning Wealth, the materialistic motivator of Society.Sullen rivers are thy soul as it fails to escape from it's grasp. I must go on.Base your future around acquisition! Obsess! It's what they advise. No, it's what they demand.I'm supposed to give into the greed. I must be part of the system. The illusion. These feelings never escape me, burning within.Then,Emptiness.Ashes remain where dreams began.Lonely is knowing that nobody perceives this the same.There are those that see further than I.Understanding the nothingness, feeling the meaninglessness.This is the marrow of the spirit, cursed by the Nidstång with
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