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Dying Words
Stacking syllables in stanzas and repetitive rhyme,
Wrath and woe warped in lurid listless lines,
Wrested from a wretched mind lost in time,
Such are your dreary poems, decorated in designs.
Passion paralysed in forced formulae fancy,
(Yet it's so utterly obvious for all to see,)
Pretty poetic devices are mere excuses messy...
(You are an insult to the art of poetry!)
Mumblings of memories, once so mystifying,
Are despairingly hiding the dread they're denying.
Bland and boring, it's like you're not even trying,
Alter Ego, are your words dying?
© Alter Ego
Wrath and woe warped in lurid listless lines,
Wrested from a wretched mind lost in time,
Such are your dreary poems, decorated in designs.
Passion paralysed in forced formulae fancy,
(Yet it's so utterly obvious for all to see,)
Pretty poetic devices are mere excuses messy...
(You are an insult to the art of poetry!)
Mumblings of memories, once so mystifying,
Are despairingly hiding the dread they're denying.
Bland and boring, it's like you're not even trying,
Alter Ego, are your words dying?
© Alter Ego
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