The NicheA Poem by Melekije
I guess everyone has that one thing that compels them to have a certain way about them. Mostly it's the people who think they are striving for nothing that hold the most powerful goals amongst us all. It is those who dive head first into the quicksand of their minds and sucked down into a rabbit whole with no ultimate guide. These people are all around us however it is the ones who have the lack of understanding why we are doing the things we do other than it being a lavish lifestyle of skum. The ones who never look a little closer are the ones wearing the masks that our unruly society has stitched to our diseased flesh. Educate me more on how we are left with no choice but to try and see the unseen because the scene is getting a little to boring. The ominous fog that has risen from the souls that have gotten sucked in is starting to get a little thick yet we continue to make it thicker. A purgatory of self and in ones self is the most unpleasant of places to land callused feet. Escape has a new definition with the sense of not even having to run. That is the most dangerous of all.
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Added on August 8, 2013 Last Updated on August 8, 2013 Author
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