Quiestion Of A Lost Mind Poem by Alyssa ArtsLover
Quiestion Of A Lost Mind
A creation of time
A stardust fallen from the high
A crystalized ancient teardrop
Or just simply a waste of life
A pale rose petal
A body without flesh and mind
A damned angels cry
A rope for a well planned suicide
A stucked morsel in the throat
Or just a simple nothing-punished by the birth to die
Or your reason to rise?
Who are you to decide?
Who am I?
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