I feel oddly content
As if the passing world before me could dissolve without my caring
I could disappear into nothing but a black abyss
And I would still be oddly content
As if I am not of this world, completely seperate from my being
And all the faces of people I've met, though regrettably lingering, shall all meet the same precious sand...
Perhaps some I may miss more
Those who I could never be true enough to
And those whom I could give but a badly painted mask hiding the words I desperately wished to say but could not
And despite this, all loss, all woes
How beautiful is the world?
That some may be so violently urged to kill,
So emotionally destroyed and suffocated by this fleeting existence that they cut even it short...
The hot air and cool breeze around us, carrying reminiscent scents
Remind us of the nonexistant
And of the places we have only ever visited in our dreams
Even then I still love,
But I am oddly content...
Tears torn from emotion have long since passed,
We're left with unspoken words - lies and truths and beautiful things...
And so this world suffocates me -
That's why I seperate myself from it -
And if fate denies me love I shall live loveless in a loveless living world
And still I'll be oddly content...
And if whispers penetrate the silence and beauty
And blood stains our hopes and our tears
I will still be oddly content,
Oddly content
Without reason nor point
Apparent not even to moon or flickering star
I would still be oddly content...
Perhaps more without you
Who lives only in their own world,
Seperated from the rest,
And you're oddly content,
Oddly content,
Oddly and beautifuly content with it all...
Farrelei Community Member 
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