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Mystified by this design...
Obsolescence, integral presence
resonating emptiness, futility on high…

Tender, these fragile bags of flesh,
the mortal ties that bind
carbon anatomy to the workings of the mind.
No answers to the question, “Why,”

The bleak and empty canvas rent before me is our own
created madness, cancerous and reeking of discord.
Malignant growth, metastasis consuming bodies whole,
leaving the canvas bloodied and the soul destroyed;
casting us further into the void.

As time proceeds and leaves us weak and alone
the grinding wheels will peel our skin to the bone.

A tiny flame inside my head
A comprimise I never planned
Unravel out the finer strands

And I'm looking at a blank page now
Should I fill it with words somehow?

I whispered something in her ear