So far away what's the point?
Hushing of all loud sounds,
Violence continuing in the background.
Solemn spoken words,
Haunting existence in a violent world.
A continuum sphere shaped from fear,
Laughing at the blood of another splattered on the bedroom wall.
Existing with the heartless desires,
Human beings calculating what comes next,
Darkness in their skin concealed with concern within.
Solemn words still spoken,
Someone hushes the scared little child.
Lost love in the rapid waters of emotion,
Brought upon confusion and deceit.
Vanquishing the uncharted spot,
Hurting their very hearts.
All this violence and sadness I see,
Brings new view to me,
As the blooming of a pure red rose,
Blood will rush down.
Death leading the path of the next existence.
I hear the solemn words,
Dragging me forward,
Hugging me tightly,
Like the scared child in the darkness,
Continuing on the cycle remains,
Repeats and repeats and repeats,
Over again.
Driving those souls concerned into madness,
Maybe leaving them abandoned.
This cycle always goes on..
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