These bodies of frailty strike a pose
As the mind sleeps in liquid bliss
The blade glitters of distant lights
A rarity i would truly miss
A short hurtful gasp
and released is all will power
The crimson blood flows
from your toppled ivory tower
in this passive aggressive
oxymoron labeled life
it's thrill or be killed
but it's you who holds the knife
your ignorance of suffering
is a blindfold for the blind
while denial is the razor blade
that cuts this ironic mind
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