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Now I have completed that, this is a poem is an introspection of the real world in the perspective of Cypher, and especially his perspective about Trinity.
How cold can one world be
Frigid corridors of metal, twist, knot-like, forming bowels of a ship.
Squiddys search for it through the real world, incomparably barren, lifeless, it's rusted seems to unzip.
Cold, since the time long past, when men before us scorched the sky,
It bleeds through the ships hull, biting, makes me wonder, why? Why?
Loneliness is it's virtue, this life we now strive to keep.
But wait like ghosts for the next lonely souls, till it's our time to sleep.
Hardship our companion, but family are those who live in this iron beast as one,
yet, if that family cares nothing for your grief, pain unbearable through the endless lengths of night, what is to come?
Fall into misery, the bitter burn of moonshine and regrets on your innocent smile.
Pray for a miracle to let you chose again, and turn back the dial.
Nine years can be an eternity, when your heart is turned to glass and broken every night.
Wake up with a smile just as bright, only to be shunned once more by a love you cannot break.
Why does she forsake, when my heart is hers and always will be, why must she wait to be his
Why could she never love me, when all I want is to make her smile like the star that she is
Tears of green rain fall before my eyes, echoing the sadness incomparable, bleeding from my soul that grips me
The ship is a microcosm of the world and me its outsider, from both I wish brokenly I could flee
Why do you hate me, you say to the world. Why do you hate me, yet love him.
But the world is silent, no fairness, just an empty void of darkness, as you stand broken at it's rim.
How far can you fall? No-one knows. Do you care?
You jump and your only prayer,
Is for it to be over soon.
Thank you for reading.