losses penned in words aplenty.,
how else to translate.
pain in true form, turns into welcome,
bloodshed becomes a passe,
and the scars, an embarrassing aftermath.
in joyful times, the mind begins to dwell.
the heart, a sinking rock,
leads the way into abyss.
when morning comes,
and the eye begins to see,
the light makes way for torment,
without founding or belief.
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