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Under the Breath of the Cursed
Within lofty daily trials, life always in check gaze at self-made walls; stare up at the swinging bulb. Chastising of milestones, beaten within submission artful weaving of whispers waking from a deeper sleep. Questioned emotions on ice; travel within a dark compass where in the hell am I; queries shuffle on downward. Dissected voices in a breeze; breathless inhales unshaken blowing kisses to a blue moon; poison barbs on a comet's tail. Blown away with red leaves; tinge of orange and yellows fog clears in a rising sun; shaking off that amnesia haze. Eyes opening very slowly; hazy gaze focuses on shadows white sheet covering the cold body; icy shallow breathing now. Straps bind loosely on wrists; I can't seem to move or speak getting easier to force a breath; strength rises for the very weak. Heroin grasped my soul again; pitted freak with rotted flesh, forgotten on the morgue table; please, just needle me to death.
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