Flesh and light
Bone and stone
Are same, similar; a synonym
Of everything
I gazed into the night
Fragmented by the city lights
Knifing the dreams dead in their tracks
Scalped thoughts
Hanging from the cumerbund
Of the comedian
Laugh with the wind
There is no framework for fame
Nietzsche is not a name
And all that I know of shame
Came from the fingers that blame;
Et tu?
Fuck you
Bad words don’t exist
At all
For thoughts know not their origin
But only the sin
Of being
The way they are
Broken mirrors
Cannot mend the man
And broken man
Never has a mirror
Everything is going to disappear soon
And the leftover void shall know
There is nothing known as nothingness
For even in silence the silence shall grow
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