Friday, November 1, 2013

Circles

One is too many and never enough,
Trading hard work and dedication for an utterly synthetic rush,
Happiness that comes with a price tag,
Making up for all that I lack,
My only friend, worth my time,
Or is that an illusion fabricated in my mind?
Defeated, depleted, motivation derived from a couple of lines.
Dazed, detached, unconscious bliss,
Voluntarily drowning in the abyss,
From the pearly gates of heaven, I hope mum cannot see,
The hopeless dark powers that are enveloping me.



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