haze
by: classic violet

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drenched in an alabaster light,
carving out the dilated enigma of life.

as the kiss of death descends,
may we all be considered a fatality.

I do not know.

every answer proceeds with another question,
no matter how hard we try to overcome our perplexity.

our vex everlasting.

we're the cataclysms on God's chess board.

some are lethality in human form:
ruin.

we long to see the beauty;
painted perfect mirages of a utopia.

sunsets and glass moons.
glitter stars align,
define perfection.

a/n: don't know if this is done, tell me what you think.