Their Envy

Zenith of life, my love,
grateful, nervous, with passion,
They are faking brave,
coldness,
I shall open anew from them!

Others pitiful drugs,
Excuses they create,
lies!
Happiness they shall never experience!
Choices they limit through envy,
Forward through their blind stagnated hate.

Ian V. Seymour ©2011

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