A poem about humanity's corruptibility. 

The reality I tried to escape has become a black hole sucking my imaginary world as I saw it…

Love has been corrupted by human weakness… and money has become its substitute for happiness, though many fail to realize that the death-bone clock full of dust and ash with blood buried deep in the grave of a screaming soul who burns so brightly on their knees begging for a chance to redemption will not care about the million green when deathbed hits.
What will matter is going to be what was always ignored, till death breaks them apart like the plastic dolls without a sense of mercy and tears will fall like a waterfall…

The darkness upon the darkest hours is to come when the light that was ignored for so long, would also be the last feeling that will ever be felt closest to heaven’s touch, and will forever be kept as a piece of memory to the fragile living with the comfort of life’s lies…

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