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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required let me be a wanderlust vixen in the vortex ~ a voltage liquified to the upbeat vibrato, versing vehemently in venom-glazed grief, and rehearsing your criminalism like a serial liar ~ because I am too voiceless to command the Monarch of mercury to vindict the sojourners that lure me to their blind holes, and vandalise the chromatic criticisms that clench me in their cyanide claws, through the cracks branching in the demonised billboard … Oh scorching serpent, slithering with velvet-tongued torment, never leave me tethered between the lips of loneliness ~ like a leaflet tucked on the seaglass screen, screaming for those stygian seashells to lock my secrets behind the bars of misplaced passwords, because, this pulse of paranoia is too pure to palpitate in the pixels of poisoned prayers ~ and there is no anecdote that annihilates the anxious acronyms of abandonment, streaming through the realms of disposed dimensions. There are no strings attached that hum in hexed hoaxes through the violin vendetta strumming an acapella ~ through the lusty noise of monsters longing for the loss of my sacred insanity … perhaps, the voice in my head is an ode to the orchestrating shadows, too mindless to manipulate ~ scripted in secluse replaying the ruins, paused in the prison a sketch of sleep in splitting senses … as bipolar ballads tame their schizophrenic strokes ~ when the Maestro of moon mediates a megalomaniac sonnet of venting slaves, in the muted matriarchy of mantras that keep repenting rage, in the impulsive incandescence of my icy azure ink ~ refusing the warmth of vulnerable sagas that ache to heal me and release the insomniac coldness ~ blanketed with the sparks of murky mermaid stars … I own this label ~ the name of a lunar lunatic, and this is a war, between the sphinx of sabotage and the never-ending nocturns , as, I remain weapon-less like a cardinal iris, rewriting the rules of unshakable madness in your maniac meanderings, ineffable ~ invisible ~ incurable an impostrous i n v a d e r …
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