With a fresh outlook
despair is all I see.
Changing perspective
may be easy,
but at the end of this transformation,
I am always constantly me.
So,
I've split my decision,
lost my religion,
become a beast of
another means.
Even though
the revelry
is killing me.
Driving a hole in my heart
so deeply.
And, I've lost all poignancy.
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