discovering lines that end in rhyme
allows you space to move in time
this wasn't how I meant to begin
it's almost time so I'll start again
uncovering rhymes in solid lines
means much of nothing to ignorant minds
and empty eyes of half-caste light
I know no wrong unless it's right
I'd find you a sign if I could
but I can't
laugh if you must
believe me I tried
I never said I have nothing to hide
the written word you claim is a lie
you'll see the hard truth
in the end we all die
your selfishness is a wall of deterrence
your dim mind sadly enough is a preference
I'd give you a sign if you saw
but you don't
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Author:
lux lucis (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 23rd, 2026 00:16
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 1
- In collections: The Blackhole Disease, The Bloodwaters Corpus.

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