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Imprints of the past left behind,
Gears of time in a reverse wind.
Fast forward through all our days,
The morbid feeling of an intoxicating haze.
Always trying to get through life with ease,
Never stop to feel the invigorating breeze.
A moment will come when we will regret not giving,
A piece of advice we can pass only to the living.
Neither desire nor passion to leave a mark,
No fuel to set your life on a glorious spark.
Rotting away in the confines of your mind,
To this world you have no worthy bind.
So what have we left behind but our bones,
Our stories written only in the language of stones.
Lived an incomplete life gathering rust,
In the end we will be nothing but stardust.
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Personalities collide, hidden for far too long
Dark and Light have merged where neither belongs
Dull shades of grey are cast on the exterior
Hollows of the past protected by a barrier
Shield made of hopes and dreams long forgotten
Fortified by my ego and need for seclusion
A powerful force sufficient to push away
The souls most cherished are kept at bay
Loneliness marks the need for an alter ego
As hard as I try this entity I shall not forego
Wrapped its arms around my very core
Teeth clenched, trying to roar
Heart longs for a joyful age long past
Its colors untainted by this grim contrast
Wisdom and principle once a part of my life
Both overruled by society’s blunt knife
Despair masked by falsified happiness
A once gentle soul now turned ravenous
To quell this dual personality I will find a cure
But until then I must simply endure