My neon heart, thundering with rage,
Is a carnival to the devil within.
My shallow soul, shuddering forsaken,
Is a carpet to the tourists.
Clichéd, melancholic eyes burning with envy,
Are an insensitive parabolic absurdity.
The happiness accompanied by the moon,
A feckless youth spent wandering.
The comfort of innumerable tears,
An ominous travesty bearing poison.
A hope for trivial meanings,A baseless pastime.
The quest for eternal salvation,
An endless, limitless pursuit of satisfaction.
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