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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I have condoned myself to suicide To death To feel acceptance, the burge of pain, enlightenment All with immediacy As if i was but a figment of a whorish imagination I often find myself the stranger among the room of fallaced faces The stranger among the few that thrive within the seeming warmth of human kindness Albeit never from the settlement of warmth shadowed and blockaded with the grief of my own lacking position I have no abstract line of movement My blood shall lay upon the scythe of all apparent spectators Belier a mirthless laugh at my own stupendous stupidity As if a comedic moment Be it believed all sins shall cower within swinish torrents of bloodily bodied liquids My means of memory, a mere settlement of who i had once recounted But a passing star within the leavening eye of all worthy to unworthiness, writhing within the clouded dust of saddened gloom A star to befall the reputation strung by a mere trapezing wire Mirthless, as mirthlessness shall soundly recede Be it the bodice held within, the sacrificial lamb pungent with the blackest bile poignant within sorrowful sunlight This one shall hold, dally a dogmatic dance upon the cherubim meadows Be it, be it by this apparency of a death to be, shall concede Be it, to be still the meadows' sleepless waters, a hind to be distinct Led the dearest hatchet to sombre sleep, as all shall be it buried Born a barred bastard to be slain and scandalous Let it be the gore of ghoul to lay placid, unminding, the gall of all surrendered to swim within the waters of despair Be it, as all shall stay, i do but bid the season's shallow greeting, by the morrow's meaningless adieu A fallen farewell of my own, do pay the sun wilting fare, fictitious as the repetitive face may appear My appetite for soundless life has departed As my sultry dance burnt anew, shall depart by the wallowing song, of all apart of it. Thus thou shall sleep no more... 27//1//2025 23:07 Tally-ho! Forever the foe.
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