My Immortal Death
Imortal soul,I curse thee:
life without end.
A dance which continues,
meant to transcend-
the walls of time
yet fall
within the abyss,
for the hour stands still
as my soul floats adrift.
There are those
that doubt my sanity-
I am not insane;
but simply tired of
this play-this stage.
The production is empty
of meaningful rhyme-
the words have been twisted
on the pathways of time.
Yet misery loves company,
or so it is said;
follish mortals
can't you see,
death sets your free,
from the meaningless dribble
we call society.
To transverse the paths
of mystery's life
and break away
from this world's endless strife.
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