What to think about?
Oh, a lot of things,
Perhaps, madness that occurs,
Imposed distress,
And a mind that continuously runs—
Despite sleep,
Most importantly,
Guilt, far from self endorsed,
But handed to—by person(s) unknown,
A love—beyond exception,
And a heart ready to collapse,
Dispersed within mess, after mess…
All that is needed is rest,
Sometime to grasp,
The unevenness of the universe;
Now however,
There only exists,
A mechanical monster,
One set loose,
To pounce, and shred souls,
Till in return—its death departs.
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