L'amour que je ressens ne sont que des illusions.

I know I haven't posted up anything in a long time but here's one I made about a month ago. Wanted to put it up. Enjoy.

Broken minds swallowed in nicotine fields.

Withered thoughts in burnt fear.

Innocence smothered in aged years.

Generalized lifespans looming ever so near.

Illogical state of constant flux.

Grasps the mentality of progressing philosophy.

Chivalry no longer a primary thrust.

Paving new paths of nihilistic clergy.

Are we of humans or of machines?

Binary reality of living beings.

Soaked in psychological disorders.

Manifestation within conscious beggars.

Si cher la dame en rouge.

Culminant dans les trous de la colere de la tentation.

Author's Note

Please give me honest constructive criticism. I'm a little rusty but at least I gave it a shot.

Reviews

[AlieahRose]

I'M GLAD YOU...
PUT THIS UP...
I'M RUSTY ALSO...
SO NO SHAME...
SHOT WELL TAKEN...
JOB WELL DONE...

[No use.]

this is so sweetly flowing, you almost want to hit the disintegration button and swim around in the rouged for awhile.. tempting~ si cher la dame en rouge~ tata mmhmm

[Kenneth The Poet]

You did well, you have a enlightened perspective for being so young. It wouldn't surprise me if you've read any 19th or 20th century philosophy. I like this work.

[Ruth]

Absolutely awe inspiring! The pace to this piece is kept an even level, the absolute sterility to mankind feeling is almost destroying through it, unsettling and perfect! xx