state of commotion,
alluring and enticing
enough to drag you into dungeons.
feeling aloof.
a topsy-turvy path,
rough and less traveled.
here I keep brooding,
reached a deadlock.
escaping not an option,
wishing an unconscious state
forgetting everything
acting like nothing ever happened.
yes, something still aches
by and by
nothing I tried soothes it.
maybe I will find something within this dungeons.
remembering every bit of laughter,
but along comes your insincerity.
Into the darkness I prefer,
for I cannot trust the light,
promising merriment.
grabbing myself into nowness,
trying living or surviving,
not sure.
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