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The Last of The Broken
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Old Unrefined Material Eternally.
Forever.
Always.
Endlessly.
Broken spell of night,
Of the everlasting fall,
Let the past break me,
In half again,
There is no more.
Trapped in a world of infinite,
Where images of perfection are lost,
I am a bleak existence,
Where I am undefined.
There is no past,
And there is no future,
I have ended up in the now.
Security, rights, dreams,
Illusions, despair, trapped.
Jailed in my own wreckage,
Only due to my own wants,
Only because it is myself,
Because I love too much.
My entire existence,
My entire reason,
Belief,
Life.
It was there,
It had existed,
In a pure utopian dream,
In such violence--
It is gone.
And there was never any fighting--
Only change.
Incompatible hearts--
That is fate.
