let me tell you my story
a story with no worry
a story hard to believe
nothing in it to feel sorry.
an inconsequential speck of dust
i lie on this shiny, glassy plane,
the eyes of the world shine on me
in them i see, nothing but disdain.
the flimsy shade of the fog
on the dark surface of the road,
i lie within the dark world's realm
for me, there isnt a heavenly abode.
the minute squeak of patience
in the enigmatic glory of chaos,
i have lost my existence in here
my each breath this world abhors.
the figment of one's oblivion
in the resplendent eternal glory
i am the art they do
and remember their own past, gory.
let me tell you my story
a story with no worry
a story hard to believe
nothing in it to feel sorry.
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