In my desolation I seek
forms bright in dazzling display
assay depravity and lust in the interplay
I shan't ask of you to believe
Believe me! have me! see me!
Now I'm really nothing -- so save me!
It's just this thought of escape
Who wouldn't want to believe?
Leave -- Such dark and hostile seas
These short lived reprieves -- let's go east
All thoughts cease; at least for little while.
Meanwhile thoughts go on, and on, and..
It's just this path of perishing
Within this place of distinct vanishings
I find myself and I am all alone
in this tragic act of self cherishing
It's so unreal, and it's all so ethereal
So I wake up and take the wheel
There's truly nothing left to feel,
at least nothing that is truly real.
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Sorry! This one was getting edited in place for the better part of an hour. If you read it early on, it's been changed. This one has a weird style.. Hope it's enjoyed.
Thus shall ye think of all this fleeting world:
A star at dawn, a bubble in a stream;
A flash of lightning in a summer cloud,
A flickering lamp, a phantom, and a dream.