good morning ,
poetry for the flame
psychopath
There was nothing in your voice
Just an echo lost among the mountains
No color, no beauty, no miracle
You were naked, hiding
Fragile in armor
Alone and full of noise
Love will never have crossed your threshold
Your ego lit up your sky
Your whispers were empty
Your screams were incomprehensible
You saw only yourself in the mirror
And the others as objects holding it at arm's length
Then the image burned and your lie dissipated like
a fog that we curse at the dawn of a new day.
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psychopath
il n'y avait rien dans ta voix
juste un echo perdu parmis les montagnes
aucune couleur, aucune beauté, aucun miracle
tu etais nu en te cachant
fragile avec une armure
seul et pleins de bruits
l'amour n'aura jamais passé ton seuil
ton ego illuminait ton ciel
tes murmures etaient vides
tes cris etaient incomprehensibles
tu ne voyais que toi dans le miroir
et les autres en objets qui le tenaient à bout de bras
puis l'image a brulée et ton mensonge c'est dissipé comme
un brouillard que l'on maudit à l'aurore d'un nouveau jour.
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@sanjeevm gif for the flame
@epic-fail gif for bro
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opidia
I’m currently watching a movie of the idea of psychopaths. It’s one that gives me great concerns. They are in their own world just like the illustration of them seeing just themselves in the mirror.
!PIMP
When dawn comes, hive will shed this portrait.