Stay with me for one more moment
Oh fleeting glimpses of forgotten pleasure
Fire doesn’t burn quite as hot here
Neither does the breeze cool you down
Hedonism lacks its impression
I want to leave this place
Where faces lose their once beautiful curvature
Where places are merely the same disgust in disguise
This calls for significant departure from everything that I am
When I can’t see past the surface of the haunting shallow eyes
Nothing is left but solipsism and God
A strange combination leading to the destruction of mind
I know who you are
You are nothing but my dreams
What has contaminated my mind to lead to this?
This is a strange reality, it is only black or white
I know why he hates the color gray in my dreams
I know why he wanders the world
Searching the dumpsters for food
Sleeping in the bone chilling snow
By: Jerry Benjamin Stout
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