I’m on the edge of satisfactory bleakness.
From this height the city lights burn,
Like a million miles of flames,
A metaphor for my emotions.
Plummeting into the dull night,
Engulfed by the dim luminosity;
Incompetence is irrelevant anymore.
Heels over head, I vault into the pit of fury;
The pit of municipality.
Devoured by manipulation, the spectical is a blur.
A blur made clear, clear from this rooftop,
This is my final farewell to this vengeful world,
Inhabited by bloodthirsty roaches.
This face is history, wiped off of the world as quick as murder.
Goodbye humanity,
I hope the ending is joyful,
As I do not wish to reincarnate;
I will not miss you.
You will not always be strong, but you can always be brave
Beau Taplin
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