As life unfolds
And might grows old
One more heart becomes cold
As times change
And crimes age
One more mind decays from the pain
As lies unfold
And lives become untold
One more sign shows a true soul
As whispers begin
And blisters shed skin
One more withers in the wind
It has been said that life is nothing but lessons
Which happens to be one of my biggest questions
Self reflection is the detection of inner discretion
However we never neglect to reflect on others deceptions
Misconceiving the grieving victims guilty reflection
Deconstructing and crushing to form their own connection
Changing and rearranging everything for self gain
Not knowing they're only sewing self pain
About the Creator
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