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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required S l e e p feels like a pathological lie ~ deranged dialect spoken from the tongue of traitors, and I listen to the heinous haze of the insomniac breeze moving to the splitting silver of Judas’s coins, a reflection of an estranged estuary with no island left to revisit... For I’ve seen it ~ all alone, tasted the tormented tones of tornadoes, their truth tender, warmer than the vicious voice in my head, gaslighting my mind, betraying my faith clouding my soul’s compass to believe in the phantom fallacies painted and pigmented from my own poisoned perspectives, the forest serpents of fears sojourning in the skin, hiding the terror left in the arteries of abandonment. But what would the cynical mirror of existence reveal when everything I have learned was written from the crippled ink of a burdened storm, carrying chaos amidst calmness, unable to grasp grey, as hope feels like the devil in a dress, drenched in deception. And I hurt like an infant left unloved, oblivious to the eagle anthems, threatened by aerial oaths, as I am the architect of darkness, not a victim, but the turmoil to the Sun and the Moon, living in the macabre valleys thriving in shame, as my inner child still dreams in cursed colors of crestfallen angels. The toxic tune in my head, the venom within my veins, the cataclysmic carnelian beneath my feet ~ O beloved bloom unblemished, remove yourself from this collapsing castle of cruelty numbed, where dahlias grow from doom and skeletons wear my name. I am trauma a walking juxtaposition suffocating your silence, aching for assurance, ricocheting like rust of infernal flames ~ so wipe the traces hanging on the smoke-kissed screens of stillness, burn the addictive madness of my name... Let these ashes be, as nocturnal stars watch me turn into a sonnet, unrhymed and u n f i n i s h e d …
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