Vanity

Vanity

Abysmally

Smoking on a toilet seat

Lost in dreams of hating speech

And jealous eyes of green.

Decadence

Venomous

Drowning in benevolence

A life of flawless excellence

Engulfed in things pristine.

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About pasameerday

I haven't got a lot of time to keep you interested, so I'll be quick. I'm a writer from the UK, primarily of fantasy and sci-fi short stories, and occasionally of strange, nonsensical poetry. I like cats, the Sims, and pizza, and I go to sleep to the sound of a keyboard. I've been writing for my entire life; to be honest, I don't think I could ever bring myself to stop. I have a feeling I'm losing you, so I'll bring this to an end before you slowly start to back up, hoping I'll stop talking long enough for you to make a quick getaway. Wait... Where are you going? Hey! Wait! ... Stop!!
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One Response to Vanity

  1. B.C Meurk says:

    Very cool. well done

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