glass shatters
and nothing matters
this game of chess
has turned us into a mess
we live in solidarity
with no similarities, yet we try
but trying isn't enough to satisfy the beasts we call our hearts.
we cast out the broken parts of ourselves
moving past the pre-set emotions
but the motions mean nothing.
we fall back
we play our neverending soundtrack of failure on repeat
kissing our demons
throwing out reason entirely.
until finally
we meet our unfortunate fate
it's now too late for forgiveness
and it's all because of us.
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Poésiemy mindless, less than average writing things can get dark i am okay with criticism, i know i'm not the best at writing, but it's an outlet for me.
