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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required “Psychotic hallucinations, whether they are visual or vocal, they address you. They accuse you. They seduce you. They humiliate you. They jeer at you. You interact with them.” Oliver Sacks This is not an illusive myth, this is my unspoken tale, woven in infernal syllables of sorrow, of how I lost my sanity~ once upon a blood moon, exhausted by the ghosts of my past that kept knocking on my crippled conscience, forcing me to f l e e … find my way to a field of fragrant roses, where the serpentine fangs, flipping pages of ticking psychosis, are but a forgotten dream within a walking nightmare. … I am a restless riot of emotion, whirling within a vicious cycle of deranged demons, listening to the sizzling silence of lily moon, as jade jewels of jinxed midnight~ form a hypnotic choir of celestial fairies, orchestrating a cosmic symphony, to align the cracked constellations between your crestfallen skies and my satanic seas flowing with merciless mantras, summoned by sinister flames. I’ve seen the devil crawl and dance, to the rhythm of my obsidian fears, while whispers of nocturnal shadows echo in refrains from familiar lips, singing about the way I lost the tune of tranquility. They may say I am an uncontrollable maniac, a luscious psycho on the run, if only they knew, I’m lost in a galactic field, astral waltzing, through a realm of musical manifestation; sleeplessly seizing the moment where colors of insomnia unfurled a fiery ambiance, as questions multiplied in abundance, and the only solution to my equation remains within the unhinged abyss of obese obscurity… and I ponder, poetry spoken between two silhouettes swirling in ivory mists~ would it be touched by the sun and stars? Would I then burn in hellish lies, is this now my destined fate etched for an eternity? Who was I before darkness found its throne within my castle of angst? I knew not the gateway to attain periwinkle peace, yet my kin; the blood to my flesh, the iron to my bones, the skin of my ink, heard me plead on my knees, to the almighty above, release me from this reckless cage, unchain me from the churning chamber of uncertainties, let me rise as the Goddess of Lunar, adorn greying horizons with silvery sequined serenity, for I’ve seen the flickering stones of twilight mourn for my illustrated ruins, and I dare not challenge the borders between truth and fiction. So tonight, I surrender to the vexatious creatures, consuming these midnight musings, lurking like tyrannical leeches, trolling through tormented tunnels. But what is light without darkness, strength without weakness? We find ourselves buried deep within a bed of inescapable madness, searching for hope in dungeons disregarded by mere deprivation.
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