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Live in time, Fade in Death

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EnigmaticNDN

Published: Mar 22, 2015

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Inside this terror subsides
In this memory I am alive
In this life i am numb
No matter how much i feel
I am lost..Lost in this infection
I am in a daze, i am fleeing
Far from humanity and its deterioration
Saturation runs deep, i am bleeding
I am hapless, decay, feeding a timely monster
I am intoxicated, fading fast, no more sun to set
I am bleeding away from something better...
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Enigmatic

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There are times when life finds a way of making you realize, you rather be in a daze or intoxicated to feel life and see death is not the end... but maybe you wake up from a dream called life?????

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artisthebest24

Mar 22, 2015

Hm...Very interesting! I used to think 'what if life is all a dream and when you die you are actually waking up from that dream so you are not actually dead...'
LOL. It sounds so weird. But yeah...Loved your poem!

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