Existence

Won’t someone find a way to destroy this pain
in the flourish of morbid fascination
The sovereign of a mind dulled by despair
can only create realities for the invalid

But the idea of existence is never desirable
But the idea of existence is never desirable

Men of stone gather cracks from violent age
bearing the ghosts that still bleed in memory
Escape is never tangible in the convalescence
only wounds can ever release the most pyrrhic of joy

But the idea of existence is never desirable
But the idea of existence is never desirable

The End

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