Fathom not, recollect these words
sense the sensation of the king
depict the image of condescending impatience
and suffer in beauty masked by this grin
As i steal your breath you steal my gaze
gone is the moment and i walk away
a hollow beat to the fulfilled symphony
loaned is my heart and chained is the misery
directed to the darkness, but lost in the light
a memory of incorrect truths blinds these eyes
follow my sighs
forget my cries
A memory of corrected truths are my lies
Exhausted by a presence that signifies important
never alone in demented silence is the object of all focus
separated from the origin to surround the objectified
the beginning is ending in a bloom of confusion personified
take me to the place where the rock is frigid
and the heart is stone
take me to time when a thought was timid
and a word was gold
separated by forces natural yet impure
Gone is the noise that screeched intolerance
separated by a future left unsure
deafened in happiness, incomprehensive to the obvious
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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