Navigate Through The Broken
Let Me Help Direct You Through My Ugly Thoughts.
A self-wrecked corpse wanders the pale darkness of a broken heart.
Quite as the valley of profane shadows dwelling upon the depths of
Melancholy.
In distance away from its conscious, yet still in relation with its
Unconscious wounds
Merely as broken as glasslike object.
The internal fracture it suffered, still bleeds although the emptiness of a breathing void still remains to be occupied.
Drastic reoccurrences become the avatar of buried ratchet memories
Memories that have become entitled to the nature of ruthless mental Rivalry,
That takes a form of an original abyss
Started off as a little twist of fate in a story containing half-filled pages with each context of agony overlapping to the next course of subject.
While the mind retaliates against the norms of defeat, the heart dresses its misery of faith into a masqueraded beauty of death.
Internal war is one that has killed most soldiers in a state of their mental
Battlefield.
I've walked miles of a path that never seems to come to an end
I've aged along time that never seems to hold onto the past.
So who am I not be intrigued by the present, entertained by the past while being consumed by the future.
If the inward beauty is not as appealing as the outward composition , then
The mirror is a forsaken validation, looked into by those seeking
CLOSURE FROM PERFECTION.
About the Creator
Irvin
Exceptionally artistic when it comes to poetry, my undying passion for it for keeps me writing like always.



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