The Pleasure of my Corruption
From Clarity to the restitution,
I can not find the answer.
I look into its eyes,
and still, find that there's nothing.
I fought for this,
I fought for this detriment.
You would think that I would garnish some sort of hint,
Some sort of silver lining.
No more than a feathers whisper...
There was nothing more than my own being.
Yesterday, I was found...
The smoking decision faced reality,
The loud crash was the last that filled my ears.
As I'm carted away, with a smile on my face.
I realize that I created this deception,
I've caused the Pleasure of my Corruption
I can not find the answer.
I look into its eyes,
and still, find that there's nothing.
I fought for this,
I fought for this detriment.
You would think that I would garnish some sort of hint,
Some sort of silver lining.
No more than a feathers whisper...
There was nothing more than my own being.
Yesterday, I was found...
The smoking decision faced reality,
The loud crash was the last that filled my ears.
As I'm carted away, with a smile on my face.
I realize that I created this deception,
I've caused the Pleasure of my Corruption
This Poems Story
Heartbreak, nothing more nothing less... The description of the pain is in the poem.
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