Nadir

The cruelty of unforgiving senses,
The bane of lifeless existence,
To what end do we masses?
Converge to allay our passions

An abstract thought which cannot be named,
Put to words hoping to be tamed,
But is it to be that brooks the question,
To what effect will the endeavour suffice,

A crooked mind which thinks it should not,
Takes you places which you dare not,
Leaves you helpless clawing out of the mess,
Oh how does sleep torture our sense

Corrupt heart which learns not love,
One which does not know how to give,
Would you really steal the smiles?
Of a person who dotes you likewhile?

How I wish abyss would come,
Take by storm all that is in shambles,
Leaving behind sun and stars,
Simple people who love the arts

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