In platitude of life they sunk so deep

Bullied by crass thoughts shunned from memories

Confinement of dreams into a solitary being

They declared the solitary, the misery their sweetest gifts

Burnt down the bridge connecting them to reality

I formed a deep belief their debauchery is their sanity

Crossed the names from the list people they knew

Dug six feet deep into their gave where they rot and slew

Nothing was found other then ghost of past

Nobility of their cause was remise to my heart

Freaks they were, they lived like one’s

Worried and cared by many but loved by none



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