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Fear holds me with care Within its cobwebbed Wooden binds So sorrowfully Soil-bound The scalding death I reap, with festering dread I course With cold despair Bound and gagged Lusting, to emerge restored So pitiful I drown with ease In newfound squalor Rancid, with life-long regret
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With reclaimed posture The bulk of the earth Rolls away In blended, neon rage Elation plagues This brazen vessel Cleaving, the ages With the savagery of want There is no time For the shroud of death Drearily wafting To ensnare Our dearest of dreams There are only the bends That yield tomorrow Beyond all grief…
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All I bear Is desolation The quieted verse Stalled, in the coils of death Dissipate Is the toll I follow Faithfully trudging To its solemn And sobering tune Give in Is the prowling ghost The cancer of dreams Laboring To my final Morsel of whit
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Dissolved in past regrets The quiet enshrouds Lapping All fleeting grains of white Erosion claims me In bountiful heaps In the reeling tide Swelled, with bygone sorrow The silence berates And betrays As a squanderer of youth Until, I am dulled So loathsome, cold and frail What was once Treasured bliss Has grown rabid And…
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To the same old Ruinous bends Charred from the hail Of murdering skies Down the same roads That howl With earnest despair Braced for the clearing Their skies Forever shroud in death All there is to reap So hopelessly sprawled Far and wide Is the scourge Of a jagged And sure demise Brought forth In…
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I fall short In the greater Maddening scheme Consumed In a fog Of self-centered peril Overlapped By the baying hounds Who race with delight So sure In their endless spiral I’ve fallen behind The fear-ridden droves As shadows loom And prowl With unmerciful lust
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All I know and preserve Are moonshine anthems Joyously, roving Each mournful mile of skin I grow old In their comforting binds The pastime chorus That wails, with ancestral despair All I am Is a wayward And time-ravaged corpse Displaced Upon the morrow’s Unwelcoming shore May I stew Well-beyond My truthful prime Enrobed In the…
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Swift is nightfall’s Accursed dagger Draining A full day’s glow All for the good Of her beloved And devious young In the care Of her mothering shadow Free From the snarling Blistering gleam From the ravenous call Of sunlit wrath The wicked rave With primal lust As the silent drowse Wearily Indisposed, by savory dreams
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I’ve lost every savory Blistering urge To thrive with a mindless Cast-iron grin Cyclones Shield me In vengeful grey From all worldly spoils Ever-promising And ripe Within the constant Dust-laden breeze My dreams disband Into glittering remains Only dulled verses Prevail Primed and ready To fall Dormant, cold and unsought
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We parted ways trembling In the deathly rattles Of joy As we raged on internally Consumed In the fog of release Coasting With eyelids bound Braced for the fall The thrill of decline Elation coiled Our shock-ridden forms Readily drained To our barren And peaceful demise
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