venting reality by Karl Cross


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So now I'm just venting,time for circumventing,this pain is unrelenting,fed up of this reality,this endless mentality,this ruthless duality, this brutal brutality, life's just a fatality waiting to happen.

It's like a virus,thought my eyes iris,lookin through these eyes,trapped in false lies,broken eyes and toe ties,no denying,we're all still crying,always dying.

Depth deeper than dark,leaving and moving a mark,the truth lays stark but not as obvious as the lie.

The lie.
Beautifully made,like blade,slicing through your parade,slicing with a slash,with a dash of fury,like crash,smash and end.

No end!

An end?

The end.