by Christopher Matthew Collins
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Pain of Reality
Cloud of Venom.
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Serenity is complete and total peace of mind.
As well as tranquility amidst good fortune.
Such a feeling can be accompanied by love.
As a hermit is most content in isolation,
A holy soul is in complete harmony with others.
Similiar to a child of purity.
Such an entity requires companionship.
Most people seek unconditional love for happiness.
However, many search for ages
Without ever resolving their search.
Whereas for others,
Serenity finds them.
I find it strange how such peace is never found when sought.
But rather stumbled upon like a mystical omen.
Once I was engulfed in a cloud of passion.
I was truly happy.
For I was in unison with a love none could part.
But then again what exactly is happiness.
Definitely a question no one can answer for you.
And without warning the unsion was severed.
Like a ribbon of ice
Seared away by a blade of crimson hellfire.
I failed to reshape it.
For I lost the precious gift of Love.
Nonetheless, we must go on.
Go forth on the road of fate.
A road that leads to the unknown.
Or does it?