when life becomes a morbid dance.
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Walking
like
a
zombie in
a trance..
where has
the
Feeling Gone?
when
Life becomes
a
Morbid Dance,
and meaning
Fades
with each New
Dawn.
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Is there
Anything
left
to see?
a profound
Art
to Name,
and show.
Kiss
Goodbye
Those
Sacred
Memories!!
(Of Love
that Never
Said Hello.)
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Dangling
like
a puppet from
a string,
truth becomes
a
Hangman's
Noose,
and
Reason
shall
breed Our
Suffering!!
(once The
Inner Beast
gets Loose.)
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to be cont.
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