Detachment
A sense of occlusion
and assimulation
it all began as childish fun,
teasing pranks, inaudible murmers
On the way home from school a girl with empty eyes
eyes as empty as the skies themselves,
standing in the corner of the ruins surrounded
by the corbeses, broken bloody bodies
remains of school
As an imaginary reality held in the girl's palms
a comfortable world detached from pain...
Faceless friends.... that is why the girl was able to become tractable, the girl standing there was a blank
somebody, a nobody, capable of being anybody,
Fading, disapearing self, eventually she stopped being herself, she could not be harmed as long as she was
sombody else,
a girl who abandened herself
in a blank attempt to protect herself
all alone, she has no pain...
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Poetry Of the Blackrose
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