Monday, April 16, 2012

Influence


Influence

It feels similar to hunger
Only it feeds on failure and doubt
Eating you from the inside

It is a small voice
But it claims that you’re undeserving of love
It’s echo rattling bone, shattering spirit

It is a bitter wine
Only its potent fluid is toxic to progress
Elixir of the vanquished

It is a speck of dust in the eye
That when ignored
Becomes a massive boulder on the lungs

It is a deplorable fiction
But it can become unfortunate truth
Only if you apply the satisfaction


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