late night

the hollow knocks, as throughly sent
like the horn of an ending; to see the end
to what is the purpose of life?
happily enjoying temporary pleasantries
blind to the knowledge; as I was dancing at my own grave

to some the turtle has won,
to me seeing the loss as it mattered
surely patience is the key; it is all mankind's answers

hope the only imagery, so fake and yet beautiful
hope, hope; was the enemy of it all

to the man who comes across the poem;
beauty is the one who cares for you; love takes care of you;
when you are sick, in deep pain;
their voice comes like jumpstart in the heart;
every beat full felt; adrenaline;
and you wake up; yet again blind to the knowledge
you were dancing at your own funeral;

so now u changed your flair? and your flag?

Life is so funny, I never thought you would be my bestfriend for life but here we are.

GN number 1 crashout, you will be missed.

the of unknown; Thrasyllus,
the such and such
to justice the murder
to witness the horror
love ever neither forgives, to where Thrasyllus
Thrasyllus, his second death consciously

thousands of names; thousands of letters,
like the star who died in the sky, long lasting; glowing
knowing its dead, and yet the impact of its light; so great
Hedeon, destroyer; dying thirst of Jelena.
so poetic, was the death of that star.

taken from home, Bandele
away from home; born to a throne,
overlooked by the whole; rotten came the honour;
the birth of Bandele, and the death of Bandele;
only known to few; the life of Bandele;
the man; Bandele; the man born away from home

to the end of love; the meaning of family?
how can so many find their people; purpose,
and look in the face directly of a man, oh so unfortunate;
to tears come when reminded; how so lonely, forever;
oh the so unfortunate

I really love you, please take care of your self <3

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