Beauty no longer exists,
Happiness is merely a dream,
Love, is only a
temporary escape from true reality.
We fool ourselves into
believing what isn't real and
instead foolishly blind ourselves
to the realities of life.
The only truth is
death, our sins are how
we gauge the truth
when that is life's truth.
Death is our master,
not the god of man
we deny this to
find purpose in meaningless life.
The epiphany of truth
is what sets us free
live not to die
But welcome death's cold embrace
2015.
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An Anthology Of The Darker Machinations Of A Madman
Poetry'The dance of the Damned' was the first piece of poetry I ever wrote and this is a short collection of the first few poems I wrote which when i was writing them did not realise that they wer each an individual part of this longer set which are the f...
