Thursday, May 31

how often do I change from Pride 
to Loathing of my mind.

Betrayal I plan, though unknowing,
my very Soul I bind.

I soar away, oh much too high,
unaware a Calm is come.

sinking, Falling near the earth,
I wish to God I could be numb.

I thought that I knew Something,
flying Lost in my ignorance.

body-Shattering force to wake me
from my Shallow interests.

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