As the tears of a hardened soul flow down and entwine with the forest of
peach fuzz, i begin to feel the powers of the artificial emotions that
are taking effect on the workings that perform my daily functions.
The smile that evolves is not my own, but a translucent concept that
distorts this world of misery, which i have become a prisoner and slave
to in order to connect the mixed up clippings of my collaged life.
But now, even as the intruding being of unconsciousness advances towards my unguarded essence, i finally realize that this lost battle will uncover the fact that i will fail to smile as this entity again.
But instead of the remorse of a great loss that i have gained from this silent evoked moon that brightens the dull plain of etherealness, i only feel peace.
Perhaps not from my triumph over this lifeless battle, but instead from these artificial feelings that overpower the hurt that flows from this makeshift soul that once was mine, but now belongs to the faceless smile that glares at me from within the looking glass.
And finally, as the beckoning light that calls for me from the darkness of another existence that is not my own, i realize that this artificial happiness can truly be mine, but only if i allow myself to surrender to the battle that rages inside of me.
And now, even as this existence of faceless evils and computerized
manipulation flow down through the fingers that once grasped this
reality of disgust filled wonder, i reflect on the multitude of faces
that once encouraged my travel through this plain of dreams.
This was written in the bordom of a workday. it in no way applies to my life nor anyone elses. it, in no way gorifies or supports suicide or drugs in the attempt to 'hide' from problems.
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