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Beautiful Sorrow


Isolation and depression Go hand-in-hand When you’re too far away from where you should stand.
People’s manners questioned all forms of metaphysics. (How can we live like this?) A depressed, pitiful, lonesome, oppressed, hypocritical caste system is the world we live in, living, only to sin, repent and commit them again.
Loneliness and sorrow Are delicately beautiful. (Beautiful Sorrow) They're just magnets for the depressed, nonetheless.
Dark eyes and hopelessness Lure the depressed; impress the oppressed We’re often obsessed with what we can’t possess.
The world's ambiance is faint with joyous ominous; A hypnotic, contagious spellbinding, infectious rhythm Mesmerizing hallucinations echoed like the voice of the phantom.
Forever entrapped in a form of procrastination. Reverting back in different dimensions. Ricocheting self-glorification and masturbation as a manifestation of catholic biblical religious damnation, faithful hypocritical salvation and free will new world interpretations.
Procrastination isn't a vital disease But like any religion it will bring you to your knees Until you're "So Far Gone" you're almost deceased Angel's Cry, can't you hear their melody?
Loneliness and sorrow Are delicately beautiful. (Beautiful Sorrow) They're just magnets for the depressed, nonetheless.
Dark eyes and hopelessness Lure the depressed; impress the oppressed We’re often obsessed with what we can’t possess.
Is it a blessing, or a gift? (blessing or a gift?) How can we live like this? (live like this?) Trapped in a beautiful sorrow (beautiful sorrow), Fading away (just fading away), Trying to escape tomorrow (escape tomorrow)
Loneliness and sorrow Are delicately beautiful. (Beautiful Sorrow) They're just magnets for the depressed, nonetheless.
Dark eyes and hopelessness Lure the depressed; impress the oppressed We’re often obsessed with what we can’t possess.
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Saluzcion

I don’t do this no more. Enjoy my old poetry.

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