Untuning the Remnant of Genuine Hamartia

Listen to the silence..

As the moments passed through the unknown coordinates of pleasure
I felt I was inflicted with pain.. A pain greater than any known..
A pain that couldn't be shared, nor could be healed..

Death was haunting me from the dark corridors of abyss
I flinched with a stupendous horror into my nutshell..

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Like a sorrow swan soaring through the mystic derailing of life
A shackle torn my freedom out of a blister
Set aside for future references of redeeming a fatal claim
The end had a private gain from my restlessness:
A vengeful vulture watching over my possession, my soul
My guts that kept me alive for these past years..
I return to memories and try to remember what I've done wrong
And can't find the answer inside, so I open my eyes..

Then I see the world..

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Paradoxes strangle the bare minimum of the life source in an embodied catastrophe
Unlike any other truth that flounders in the make-believe process
The timid hallways of always emote a shattering gaol of mind..

Many believers never thought of thinking..
They only existed to exist..
A populative population of marauders
A cavalcade of masqueraders in a transit sanitarium..

Memories replenished into speckles of dust on the mind..
With nothing to hold on, the living let go of the body
and the lump of inactivity created a funeral for itself..

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The little red riding hood asked:
"Grandma, why do you live? What's your purpose?"
...
The wolf ate little red riding hood
and pointed the barrel to his head..
Blood spilled, heavier than life itself..