Cursed Touch
I find solace in the
Wild image of a
Glass cranium being hit
Against hardest wall of this pit.
A hole formed in a fall
Of this bowling ball.
Words, analogies and conciets
Could be said. What defeats me,
is the realization of their
worthlessness, as everyone here
Is the same glass vase, so delicate;
Holy. Hands cursed by fate.
I find solace in other crystal
craniums cast safely away.
Wild image of a
Glass cranium being hit
Against hardest wall of this pit.
A hole formed in a fall
Of this bowling ball.
Words, analogies and conciets
Could be said. What defeats me,
is the realization of their
worthlessness, as everyone here
Is the same glass vase, so delicate;
Holy. Hands cursed by fate.
I find solace in other crystal
craniums cast safely away.
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