Wed, 09/27/2017 - 11:23 -- Erysian


Some days I am fire, some days I am ice,

Some days I am darkness, curled up in vice, 

But all days I am human, all days I am me.

It is for better or for worse you see.


Wish as I want, wish as I need,

Nothing will change, nothing will take heed.

For hollow cries, for empty voices, 

They offer endless choices, 

But they are lies.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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