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Life is not as sweet as a bowl of golden glace cherries,
nor is there a golden illuminated future for a fruitless mind.
Trembling hands and gritted teeth disguise my disorderly brain, 
feeling lost in the mist, 
surrounded by drowned out voices.

Deceptive chanting charms plant everyday confusion,
with stalking emotions running through my mind's corridors,
carrying a voice that gives birth to eerie echoing funnels,
pumping frustrating thoughts deep into the depths of phobias.

My demeanour hides behind a canvass of mysteries.
a pure transfiguration, where compulsive obsession
takes possession of stalking my vulnerable affections.
There's too much repetition in the fluidity of periods and seasons,
as I lose this battle to control my will's strength of life.

I constantly wonder if the only place of victory, 
to find peace,
is to slay silent intoxicating depths, 
which desire to explore me. 
But in reality despise me with conflicting contradictions unable
to stop my puzzled conscious suffocating  from over analysing,
enslaving excessive dwellings from every aspect of my existence. 

Life is not a jigsaw, 
I do not have the energy to find every piece. 
My soul's fine heaven is rimming with untold tales of nature, 
but misjudged precious intentions result in distracted actions. 
An angst which has no remedy as all scars remains unseen.
 
But my Fears are made into gems, 
when alone with my nemesis, 
an unwanted life long partner 
feeding upon deranged dilemmas,
which keep my mind, 
spiralling in circles of uncertainties.

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