It's killing me

It's killing me

A Poem by winter;lyra

It's killing me
This new found idea of consequence
It's strange to me
The world where action does not premeditate it's immediate cause
The cause stimulates the perpetrator to commit the mirrored crime in disguise
To end up on the unwanted cause of the inverted wanted action
And then it takes turns and curves and whirls
It involves in it's own mathematical laws and turns humanity into monstrosity
And it's killing me I tell you
But I'm certain I won't die from this
No one ever does
This chaotic train fuels itself to my final breaking point
It shall only take me there
Am I being tested?

It's effectiveness is so flawless that one may question
if it is not more than just a peculiar particularity of mankind's nature

© 2017 winter;lyra


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The thing that is killing you wont so it will make you stronger (according to popular myth)...?
But one thing's for sure - you're eloquence is a very long way from being dead.
Amazing write Winter!

Posted 8 Years Ago


winter;lyra

8 Years Ago

I have this very poetical and...heartwarming idea that writers, and overall, artists are immortal (k.. read more
winter;lyra

8 Years Ago

as long as mankind lives? Pardon me! AS LONG AS KNOWLEDGE LIVES!!!!! HURRAAAAH!
Tony Jordan

8 Years Ago

I know that some of it doesn't make you stronger - that just shows how daft some sayings are - Syphi.. read more

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Added on January 20, 2017
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