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Miles ahead In my acrid Self-satisfaction I indulge Till I’m hollow and bruised Leagues deep And miles beyond I’ll race past them all To a thunderous collapse Forevermore I’ll remain The remarkable scene The talk of the morrow An admired demise Unknowingly The helpless grain Circling inferno On this precious Uncaring mass
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A penniless stride Was all he could muster Through the patches Of his former Thriving ground
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A break Between fits of rage The mind sparks and sprawls Gorging upon life A pause in the labor A lumbering death The soul must recall Its unmerciful path Until damnation Drowns out the efforts And the beauty unfolds In a race to decay The devilish calm Will surely Breed fires anew
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Ivory walls Is the noose I feed The home I abhor Where I writhe and languish Where I descend Each stillborn hour Eternally squandered And taken by rot Until the illusions Rampage through my mind And I’m far from reach Disheveled Disbanded Overrun
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Carve the epitaph For I’ve striven all I can And nothing more can liven My lukewarm affections For the empath Is a fire-bound ghost He has slipped from my grasp And left me Devoid of whit and warmth Carve the epitaph For nothing rings true And bold in these words My exhaustion is king Let…
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Today Was enormous and pure The panoramic dream I’ve harbored so long How I swallowed my awe Averted my eyes And trekked for past joys Extinguished Far gone As the full day narrowed Siphoning my breath I took to lost caverns For the comforting Call of despair Today Lies weary and withered Forever unfulfilled And…
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My voice falls away Wavering, daily To a shameful Muttering demise As my eyes reap fear And stray To retain my faults For they’re better off Coiled and unknown I trail away Free and in silence Weathering myself And the villains I’ve sown So skillfully I evade The ensnaring words of saints The concern of…
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I relive Sparingly Through the filth Through the grime Sewn silent and shut For the sake of myself And the stride of my day Those long rotten trails Are burdened With rain and mist I mustn’t return in wrath To the wrecked worlds I’ve spun In childhood sorrow For those trails are swallowed Mossed…
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He lies Beneath leagues of earth Desperately clawing Calling With all of his might As church bell’s toll In their passing grief Like a dwindling fog In a high noon’s wrath On they all go First solemn then swiftly For the morrow And the promise it yields As the fast-forgotten Dissolves To a final…
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