Awaken, lethargically to face the continual stampede of time
One can only hope to stay afloat
Endurance has limits, wishes should adopt such a stance
Repulsed and horrified upon gazing into the mirror
Countless ages spent amending one's being
The make-up farce makes up a new image
Dead to the old, apathetic to the future, frozen in the present
Helpless, hopeless, haunted
Sleep consumes the soul, opening uncharted dimensions
Tantalizing thoughts tainted through tranquility tease thine
Dreams are vicious cycles empowering psuedo-ideas
For I know the person you are
Lost forever in the perils of existence is who you were
And for that a lone tear becomes shed
Our time, visited only in my head
-by me, josh b
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