Circles of Misfortune

Lost souls
Wandering beneath
Stark white noise

Ribbons of time,
Breakdown ensues
Foregoing dreams

Sullied purity
Blurred, mushed hope
Fading into the harsh

Stench of reality,
Black satin rose.
Sickened negatives,

Displaced emotion.
Twin hearts secluded,
Now and then

Circles of misfortune
Misconceptual lust
Trapped in a soothing

Effortless kiss
Paralysing time
In the palm of my hand

Frozen snowflake, thawing,
Melting into
A dry framework

Of complex thought
Fateless disposition
Weightless inhibition

Pretend proposition
Lost souls
Wandering beneath

Lonely skies.

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