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[realityisugly]

This human device
ticks slower
hanging on, just barely
feeding off what used to be
a field of hope and faith
now just a forgotten crypt
where blistered dreams lie
tried and wanting
a leech that has drained its last
The solemn hand edges
ever so silently
slowly
surely
The face, never changing
sculptured in its absence of emotion
an accurate clairvoyant
foreboding the moment this vessel
and its entirety
shall give one final shrill cry
and lapse into the welcome arms
of