Suicide of a Dream

Red balls of throbbing fury zoom across the room

Smashing against the mirror

Shattering its ugliness into

A thousand tiny shards of

Sadness.

Each tiny fragments of sadness

Slices the flesh with

The rough sharpness of its

Edges.

Blood oozes

From the gashes

Of ripped apart

Dreams.

Life

Slowly, quietly ends

In a beautiful pool

Of shining purged

Pain.

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