she inspired me once
this muse called life.

colors that had texture and smell
now rest dried
like primer
flat and dull
in this two dimensional world
which has arisen.

smells no longer conjure memories for me
no longer recall
no longer
drained of what little vitality
i had left
realizing this disillusionment.

i can't stand dreams
singing spheres
formed perfect
they lose their mass
imploding into
jagged stars reflecting
what little light remains in my life.

i am no longer man
but an imprint of
ideals.

04/07/2012

Posted on 04/07/2012
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