A haggard face of infinite depth It pauses to rest; Well-worn features Speak of false truth and happiness. A sigh and a moan and lifting up The burdens of the past onto mighty Shoulders; Feelings of guilt enclosed Within a spiritual grave. What was right to begin with? A sound It echoed It screamed, 'Give up your burden! You, Who refuse to be innocent even for a Moment.' Because a moment is all we really Need. To become innocent. Remorseless confessions follow, a cacophonous fury, bounding through the hallways; Always begging for more; But can you ever really... Last... One... Moment... More... Than intended?
Reason for writing:
Hypocrites make me angry. Plain and simple. And yet everyone's a hypocrite, including me... Go figure?
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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