I am the muteness behind naivete Born as the duplication of despair, flunked A demented soul An impaired self of bureaucracy Jaded at the tip of shadow Above it stood the gray Quietly stabbed the main arterial venous of the real life chemistry Sneaking low to a shallow sac of each personal sense Like a deadly poison, odorless nor tasteless The fall gradually buried in faint Dejected Lonesome Lost images, abstained lite Living as the reality of achromatic which yet spurred Speaking of the colorless Speak to the life with no magic The life which got sucked by the spell of affliction Beneath the autism of a blur Life decayed when the magic got sealed Illumination shriek within the cavity of its dull voice Speaking of the somber Speak to the life with no magic
*Modification of Sketsa Jiwa yang Tersabotase Oleh Sunyi
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