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Freedom ~ an inked kingdom
of macabre mirrors,
a vermiform lie
veiling the vehement suffering
amidst serpent estuaries,
surging within strangled skin,
as if I am the living sin,
jinxed by the crawling creatures
in the lamented labyrinth
of deceitful dreams,
inhaling venomous vapors
rising from the cursed creeks
that failed to caress
the brittle bones of delirious dawn,
where the nocturnal owl
sits, phasing stellar phantoms
on tattered twigs,
oblivious to the piercing pain I breathe,
as poetry feels like
    a somatic hallucination,
    a reflection of the phoenix crescent,
    a dialect the naive can never comprehend,
the voice of truth,
the jaded outline of mortality,
     can never interpret~
as the last sacred light of twilight
r e m a i n s
unmarked and lost to the Earth.

O wicked wind beneath
the crestfallen wings
of cruising constellations,
will this piece of paper save me
from the maleficent violets
in the spitfire blaze
of stigmatized stars?
I am stuck ~ hell-bound,
troubled placing my
tongue on Freyja’s chalice of tears,
   for   I feel oblivion closer than death,
          I taste the flames of Tartarus,
          I dance with demons,
          I sing to the malevolent moon,
          I see in distorted dimensions.

But would the ignorant know
I hear beyond what’s spoken,
in search of Eden and love?
I give gratitude to your God,
but the veiled care not~
this is beyond the making
of a self-forged inferno.
I am the harbinger of harmony,
my soul aches
to paint your scarlet spheres
in butterfly bliss,
   praying in secret
that the deviant daggers in my spine
would blossom into russet roses,
their petals ~ like an elixir
to my paranoid psyche,
   paralyzed in the
        catacomb chaos of insanity,
as the scorpion Sun
    k i s s e s 
          me one more time
                      with sweetened poison.

While you,
the spectators of this twisted spectacle,
condemn my insomniac aura
   to stain the essence of my existence
with condescending colors,
         unaware that
         introspection is a powerful weapon~
all blood is blue,
          and we breathe hypocrisy
                 scrutinizing the unknown....
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