Insightful Hunger
By EvokedShade
Inner sights of illusive concentration, Scars your peaceful grace, Sickening glances of solicitous words, Throws you a bitter taste. Pessimistic glares of inner beauty, Soils your thoughtful mind, Confusing sounds of inner peace, Concludes that you are fine. Mastering death in depths of warmth, Reanimates your anesthetized mind, Forming thoughts of farce regret, Bringing them closer to your eye. Strengthening glows of inner darkness, Seeps from your fistful grasp, Dismal radiance inside your ghost, Distracts you from your task. Tortured pleasures of insightful pain, Remains for all to be explained, Inside you feel a growing need, For yourself inside to feed. Written January 9th, 2002 © on Jan 09 2002 02:05 PM PST 0 • 18 • 1
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