Poems from Enigmatic Pariah

Poetry is a Mirror, Which Makes Beautiful That Which is Distorted. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
Oppressed one of humanity: Awake, O Sleeper From your slumber of eternity.   Watchmen,  Watch over us until the end When we settle back...
Real eyes don't realize the real lies, deep inside.  No deep thoughts, we're think-naughts, robots Programmed to conform.  No form, forlorn...
I don't really have much to say, but I know I gave my life away the day I gave into opposition. I screwed my life with that one decision...
You scar and scab me, Thinking that it'll be the tonic, that brings you out of obscurity And into the land you believe that you're meant to...
Why does it take tragedy, to learn a human lesson? Why wait until the damage is done before any stride is taken to lessen, it? National...

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