world is happy..
they all rejoice..
there he sits,
reeking of loneliness..
believes he has lost it,
the right to be loved..
ignorant imbecile,
with a facade..
it’s all plastic smile..
woven together,
with dry humor..
he humors himself,
with cretins..
acts as a collector,
trying to lose himself,
in his collection of masks..
thinks he suffers,
from a curse,
of hurting people closest..
no redemption in sight..
he plunges deep,
in infinity..
it’s quiet,
it’s dark,
it’s cold,
it’s empty..
his soul…
he drowns,
and finds himself..
feels a twist..
of lips,
a smile,
and a warm drop,
rolled by..

It’s destiny.


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