You laugh now!
A careless midget unaware of might
Why do you smile? What purpose does it solve?
Tell me, however it is
Pray don’t fool me, juvenile!
These aren’t tears of joy
Blinding, this light is blinding
Stark, spot-light!
Like it, do you?
Pray listen, don’t!
It’s vile.
This day that’s closing, is meant to
And it must
Tonight, tonight!
Must burn in this shallow mystical warmth of a heart
That once saw light, only to pall
Like lighting up a barrage,
To vanquish all, that once was
Ah! Joyful, are we?
What for?
Is it the pitiful light or the heartless sight?
Or is this the warmth that shrugs away the coldness of
mortal stinging life
Haven’t you deliberated the peace of washing away with a
tide or settling into sand?
All well in time, like the Sun
A calculated demise
I see, it has descended again, by virtue of its being
Like joy that fails to stay,
On those lips, and in the mind
Another calculated, precise, fictitious, hollow stride
Why would you still laugh?
I fail to empathize
Is it glory, or is it sublime?
For what might be thought of has victory, is just a lonely
Lego
Struggling with a cumbersome and treacherous fate
Of weighing down to build up,
Performing like the Sun but not functioning so
Dwelling within melancholy and strife
Dark, shrouding vision prevails until
As this battle of realization sees White
Light hovers like a charm
Colorful ! Brilliant and lively
Now realize,
It must falter
Then you fathom
Dear Phantom.
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