I've been told I don't have them.
Simply for the fact that I'm good at implementing quotes into every day conversation.
So I wrote an original poem in honor of my original thoughts.
I need to write
I know it's not right
It's only what's left
That's not what I meant
I'll take this knife
Slice up my life
Bleed words on the pages
Phases upon phases
A moon, a lunacy if you will
Phases upon phrases
Bloody words that kill
Pints of words, too many lost
No life, no love, no time, no thought
Slicing with passion
More than you can imagine
Cyclical injuries in circular motions
Circulatory systems frozen
It's impossible to hear silence
To fight the fear of violence
Senseless, I have no sense
Of what's right, what's left
Cause or effect
Life or Death
I'm indifferent
Instead.
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