This is for all those bad poets like me J
When your rhythm is lost,
You run after zombies and ghost;
You keep your lights turned on,
Ticking and Turning...moments gone!
When you halfheartedly breathe,
Losing sights of those bygone wish,
You break symphony of the beast,
You lost and you retreat.
When your hunger turns to greed,
You see meat beyond meat;
Stupor, you excruciatingly greet,
You misstep and kill the beat.
You participate but never inspire,
You seek revenge in despair;
You rampage the sequestered evil,
Turned yourself – you are the devil.
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