a simple twist
not simply twisted
complicated
forced into this
unwilling submision
the apogee of detritus apathy
mar the guise of vanity
the woe of whit
and mull
purpose in process
power in progress
potency in this
the unspoken truths of those
who's names
remain unspoken
in these
the crying eyes of those
who's eyes
were never truly open
the vain attempts to shield ones being
from the
inevitably consequential scrutiny
of this
the public slant
and who is man
to fight the deathrows
of this
ones waining life
lament these cries
eternal
and dream of these
last moments
as though
they are but
passing shadows
in the abysmal solitude of humanities
inconsequential idolarities

it is but a fitting end
to an unfit life

there are no happy endings

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