Fictional Reality

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Bade thee farewell
A darling cause
Insignificance to zero, forever shall it be
Fickle minds atop selfish hearts
Moaning for fame, money and power
Sinister thoughts running through each one's brain
What shall the world be viewed as?
An opportunity or a pedestal?

Diverse personalities yet underappreciated labor
Killing targets like a simple game of darts,
Our body has turned into robots
And our hearts like calculators.
They think they are gods,
Deciding when one dies or one is reborn
Is this the destiny of man-kind?
Or just a dark glimpse of a world.

Grace in its imperfections and its doom
Directional tragedies lay in its wake
Sociopath or psychopath, none better than the other
Beauty in the endless depth and width
Lost in the trenches, like soldiers of a war.

Emotions stirring chaos across the corner of an once alive Earth
Far-fetched and lying silence,
Said for the unsatisfying lust for blood and body
Calm perception underlying queer habits
Just a manifestation for serious mental sickness
Call for the crazy and the geeky
Heartfelt denials covering up the messy mistakes.

Roll up the darkness of the world like a cigarette
Light it up and breath it in
Feeling the venom flow through the veins
Amazing how power is for the powerless.

-Robyn

Date: 12th Feburary 2020

This poem was too good for me to wait. I just had to publish it today. I wrote it in hand on paper actually. Had to type this out on watty.

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