Wednesday, 22 February 2017

although the heart still beats
and the mouth still catches breath
I know not where the soul and body meets
what it means to be living, when I will fall to my death
There is no sparkle left in the eyes
nor are the cheeks painted with glow
what is truth and why are lies
is the flesh an honest friend or a simple foe?
we pave our way with greedy arms
with corrupted hearts we are wed
but when we are ghosts of greed and charms
is life most valuable dead?

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