《Blood Moon- Poems | ✓》16. Insane Truth
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Everything has an extreme yet
Infinite, lose your senses in the
Sensation and go right insane
Just like your thoughts burning and
Ravaging your fragile mind
Don't you think you can endure it
For you think it's for a short while
Just see the uncertainty hit back
Until you cradle into ghostly hands
"Loser, I'll keep you there for me."
Yes, I'm the devil of doubt, indecision
To its extreme, eating you raw
Darling keep thinking all again
And I'll feed you my sweet poison
"You see, I've finally won. Haha."
Not really, stop giving power to your
Demons, get out of the darkness
No uncertainty is just itself, stop
Feeling out of control of the things
You could never hold on
Go out there, do some action than
There pondering over, worsening the
Indecision, no you can never die, or
Be defeated except from you, you can
Set free from the shadows
The truth is, it's uncertain, but what
Remains is you and your beliefs, your
Essence, that's always remain same
Don't lose yourself and learn to adapt
Like water, just flow
Uncertainty is uncertainty, it's your
Choice to make it an asset or a demon
Be in the flow of things, for you will
Never live great the way you think
Your grateful author,
かな恵ー
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