Mydriasis

Life grows old.
Gears in the grand-father clock.
Time is mechanical.
The orientation of the notches,
they give no meaning.

There is nothing sacred here.

Impossible to forget,
where I've been,
what I've done,
this that I have become.

Milliseconds expanding,
off and out to nothing.
Caught in my replay,
Mistakes became scars.

Road-kill.
there is no glory here.

Damning language,
Damning union,
All things I have done.

The purpose is this pain.
Sacrificed for another's gain.
Enjoy vultures.

Milliseconds expanding,
off and out to nothing.
Caught in my replay,
Mistakes are open wounds.

Dead soldier.
There is no praise here.

Enjoy vultures.

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Mercury

Interesting... I sense the emotion and I do get some imagery out of this. Still not quite sure where you're coming from though. Old age? Also, the flow was a little choppy. But I like the content.

8/10

Mydriasis

It's about looking into a mirror and feeling that your soul is in it, and if you leave you will lose it forver, because reflections need light.

Or less abstractly it's about losing faith in yourself/life and your spirituality around you by dwelling on the negative aspects of your life/circumstance. And giving up and being eaten by the vultures of your past. The ones that live to feast on your dead remains. Blaming God syndrome for letting it allow you become so lost and spiteful in the gift of life.

It's about how I felt today.

It's about being insane lolz.

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