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Tuesday, August 12, 2008

The Perfidy

A maimed soul disguised in glee
Vacuous but certain
Speaking in bounds through
Those amethyst thespian eyes
Searching for answers
In the void of life

Masquerading to be sane
In the profound darkness
Of the bluest self
Where no one is there to ascertain
The measure of the tainted psyche

Degenerating day by day
In your acute repugnance
Cure me of this execrable state
Or create a vacuity around me
Which engulfs the void inside

Bruise the relentless self in me
Until it bleeds to death
Injure the exogenous persona
Until it squalls the perfidy out
Because now too its killing me.

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