Life after Life
Lies from my mind pour out of my soul.
As I am I cannot be.
For I am what I'm not.
Infected like a poison.
Torn apart by emotion.
A slave to life and forever challenged to balance.
Encrypt scripture of my mindful maze of destiny.
Here after I'll lie with nothing to sense but my being.
The sound of a heartbeat.
But there is no sound.
No light. Just darkness.
And the only energy beside me is a being of total serenity.
Waiting to get picked, to be set free.
But will no one pick me?
So I sit as pure as can be awaiting my ever eternal destiny.
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