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Scant offerings dwell Beneath the layers The labyrinth Of this old and withering shell Peel them away Venture, through the fog And reap the hollowness The drain of dissatisfaction There is little to sustain All true and brave travelers Enthralled By the shackles of chaos The whirlwind Of maddened thoughts Shield a world depraved A…
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Barbed madness spirals To the top of my skull And I gush forth In the purest of agony I bring about Menacing streams of crimson To coalesce To unify at the reaper’s toll There is bedlam harbored In the treachery Of the tunnels I keep Each day I gleefully await their demise When the fear’s…
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They withhold My urge to stray To free-fall in defiance Uncertainty beckons To my frozen treads With a snare drum’s call to arms “I’d surely be doomed To a silent departure” Is the domineering cry Of vigilant saints “I’d surely be doomed To a somber farewell To convene With eternal sleep” In truth I keep…
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To be obscured In plain sight Becomes, my joyous fate For the world Casually, hums along And I may trudge Without burden Unseen, and out of mind I may rove weightless Through the judging age Uprooted From my shackles of fear Blissfully hidden Among the flock For peace within For the good of the many
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I dreamt of mended roads To our lost revelry To our turbulent days of old I dreamt of restoration Of peacefully wading Through a stream Of forgotten ills Of trudging waist deep In the foaming currents Of our young And brutal affections I dreamt Safe in past sorrows Hopelessly ensnared By a lucid stream of…
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I’ve allowed These loose hanging garbs To display my all For the scavenging world “They must truly know” I slave to believe “Their glares delve deep To my sheltered flaws” Yet these hopes are lost In each devilish wind In each timid draft Of uncertainty Before the vicious onlookers The all-knowing droves The judging swarms…
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The stairwell beckons For my rotten Havoc-shroud bones Drawing me in To its cold And spiraling embrace Downward, I embark Parting ways With certainty and solace As my organs Swell and rupture And I dive beneath The fumes of scorn Through silent jeers I must descend Until my flesh Is mangled to a pulp
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Joyfully I crumble Forever plagued By youthful whims In each fleeting hour I pass With carefree haste I am eternally winded Coiled mercilessly By trivial urges As sultry words Pour fervently Into the womb Of my thoughts How they stir a sick resolve Brewing a cause Of swift satisfaction
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‘Woe is me’ Beckons untrue From these privileged lips From a nest of satisfaction Where the cold Never dares to intrude Yet my cries Are far from withering For they ascend proud And swelled with suffering ‘Woe is me’ Lies dormant On placid ivory Scratched into being By these eager And privileged hands
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I wallow shamefully In stagnant words Unwilling, to pry my limbs From their homes Of squalor and strife I writhe on Defiantly As I sink into a servile night Convening With the merciless cold With the starved and infertile ground My cherished worlds Were always fated To dwell In the binds of fear To feed…
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