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masterpiece with theEgoEffect
I paid a price,
unsolicited and exorbitant,
to witness the true beauty of life;
visions I hoped would have remained dormant,
and a toll paid by all, paid first and foremost
by fissioned spirits,
a hard lesson learned-
in ugliness exists beauty,
and behind the success is the meek
getting weaker, week by week, truths
heard in their silence; and then...
the sirens deaf on one ear
for always turning a cheek,
with radiance hidden in the bleak;
undone verbs now resonate,
lingering in lost frequencies;
meaning within the seams,
sounds become irrelevant-
I hear music in the screams,
I feel without the touch
and I see with closed lids,
yet this seduction - always bitter
with a daunting id
in a vibrant world made to permeate the mind
one is clouded, shiftless, and blind
oblivious to the obvious, trapped in oblivion;
while fun house mirrors contort the body,
causing broken intonation in abstract idiom,
soft-spoken with spurts of insanity,
bearing every ounce of humanity;
you were beautiful, even before the pain-
just know you are remembered as art,
a masterpiece that fell apart.
unsolicited and exorbitant,
to witness the true beauty of life;
visions I hoped would have remained dormant,
and a toll paid by all, paid first and foremost
by fissioned spirits,
a hard lesson learned-
in ugliness exists beauty,
and behind the success is the meek
getting weaker, week by week, truths
heard in their silence; and then...
the sirens deaf on one ear
for always turning a cheek,
with radiance hidden in the bleak;
undone verbs now resonate,
lingering in lost frequencies;
meaning within the seams,
sounds become irrelevant-
I hear music in the screams,
I feel without the touch
and I see with closed lids,
yet this seduction - always bitter
with a daunting id
in a vibrant world made to permeate the mind
one is clouded, shiftless, and blind
oblivious to the obvious, trapped in oblivion;
while fun house mirrors contort the body,
causing broken intonation in abstract idiom,
soft-spoken with spurts of insanity,
bearing every ounce of humanity;
you were beautiful, even before the pain-
just know you are remembered as art,
a masterpiece that fell apart.
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