Regret

The aesthetics of progress
Bleeding through a human condition
Overwhelmed by the panic itself
Of a mortal self-judgement
Behind
Standards and achievements are plenty of wounds
Hidden and covered with a mantle of futile vanity
Sacrifices, to reach the standard
The failure, the consequences of this whole
The priceless, effort to build the hope
Descend into the agony
Praise the land to fall
Bound to the misery of nonsense
Of this cynical promise
The acknowledgment means nothing
For a constant worthless hand
Into remorse of conscience
Drown in regret
Deep in this situation,
I drop the pieces of life,
Seems like visions in grey, of futile vanity
Sacrifices, to reach the standard



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