ephemerality

They have prophesied the end
An explosion ripping shattering die Welt
A million tiny pieces that at once comprised
The dictates of my soul an abyss of memories
Where I have taken les pillules of sugary sweet
Oblivion to forget is all I ask your eyes your mind
Fragility of envy of a tiny million fragments
Of my existence proper unconnected yet to your
Narcissistic tendencies to roam alone
Unharmed blaming me for all that I needed
You a tumbled soul you fumbling with the shatters
Of my emptiness vacuity vapidity
Pathetic linings of a vestige of a human being
Remnants yet unknown identifiable ist nicht
The profundity of nothingness when I have
Asked you all a thousand times a million
Shattered pieces memories desire
Uninvited guests
Who frolic to and fro without a meaning with no answer seldom
Do they understand the melodies that comprise
Your voice a million shattered notes that
Play a broken record in compartments of my
Memory a million
Memory a fragment of a piece of soul
That is no longer mine
You speak a truth no longer heard
Unsought I plead to you a memory of
A shattered soul profundity within
Mon âme the end le fin das ist
Kaput kaput abort the melody of ends
Of ways
Abort
The melody of ends a million
Shattered fragments
Pieces now
Abort
The ways
The end they have
Prophesied the end
The end
Like a broken record
The end
They have shattered
Pieces of the end
A million pieces
Ways to tell you all that I
Abort
The end that I
Foresaw
The end
A million endings and not one
Not one the endings a million pieces
Fragments of abyss of memory
Abort
And none can quite spell out the ending that I feel right now of me
Oh me the end
Pillules of sugary sweet oblivion
A million shattered pieces of a mirror she once saw
A reflection beautiful a mirror yet too fragile
To apprehend I needed you
Abort
This is
This is
My pillules drifting softly
It is a symphony of ephemerality
Her beauty evinced only in the end
Abort
Drifting
Softly
Now
To
Dream
Sleep
ephemerality
To sleep

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