mrtakeout

Just a poem I wrote somewhat recently

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The tainted touch of my caress

Leaves us in the state of emptiness

Caught in a vortex of monotonous monogamy

Created in self antipathy



The sun has already became bitter

And the earth already became salty

Useless has become the beauty of the stars

Erosion is becoming the purpose of the sea



Why must my reflection look like me

What torments our inner sanctum of peace

Who did the father want us to be

Where is that identity going



The sting of my suffering

Leaves us in this place of examination

Searching and wandering this dying vessel

Clinging to the hope of finding truth