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Form Of Expression
Time has no place
It’s meaning erased
As the days pass by
What will be time
When I pass over to die
Wipe my eyes from cries
Scream from frustration and pain
Hatred overflowing, uncertainty like rain
Stains the soul
In which it beholds
One’s life possessions
As I step into this state of mind
Writing down thoughts that will be lost with time
Erased without a place
As I am misguided
Without hiding my confusion upon losing
Yet again defeated
By emotions as I hold this pen is bleeding
Words from thy heart
Never to be understood
Blackened Art
