Leaving life behind to seek other realms in dimensions
never heard of.
Following patterns of existence into dark tunnels,
finding nothing to hold on to - nothing worth living
for.
Searching for particular notions not held together for
any certain purpose on earth.
Living on edges of cancerous diplomacy, as all of life
plunges itself into a deep depression, void of life.
A suicide of sorts, unlimited measures of intense
emotion, bereft of an outlet to escape.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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