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For now again I stand alone
The world around me has become the ugly side effect
Of my internal hallucinogenic overdose:
My bloods runs thin from injecting my
Veins with the poisoned euphoric visions
Of the reality I wish I was
My demons are the truths I kept
Buried underneath my wishful delusions,
Delusions that the sunshined because
The world could be a beautiful place
Not because it is slowly, agonizingly climbing
Its way to death in fusion suicide
Stars don’t glow, they die, and although
We think we see beauty of now, we see
The dead of long ago
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Scan 1
Haunting whispers leave empty echoes deep
Within my thoughts.
My heart is blistered by the sting of icy
Assumptions, yet
My tongue is sour with bitter
Expectations.
Bless the fallen for no more is
Wanted from them
Rejoice in their release, freedom from
Their servant curse
Bastards above all, below only
The highest judgment
But I, I must please both the blessed
And the wicked in this
Hypocrite’s safe haven
I am above none, yet beneath
All, and all are my judges
Even my own soul cannot be
Satisfied with the path of my ways
‘Tis not sadness, anger, nor resentment
Which fill me…emptiness
Only emptiness
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