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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required as this merciless moonrise melts upon the aching ocean , meet me in miridical eagle rivers ~ O narcissistic narrator of heartless healers, as you enchant me with wild Valkyrie eyes, veiled with venom and vines … this portrait of world ~ painted with punishment, is a physical panorama, flickering without pixels of patience, a palindrome of pain no scent can ever satiate; as I lean on the bed, burning with brutal beliefs perfumed with painkiller blush and poisoned starlight ~ I want those trespassing nightmares to taste the wrath ~ the soul of Satan in angel-feathered flesh, touch the pulse of depressed dragons ~ in pearls of damage ~ if only the hyper-tensed ~ haptic heartbeat of my soulless stylus could trace the submerged sighs ~ in stygian Seroflo seas; but my life remains the twin of death, so, let me dream, demonic dusk ~ signed with serpent sparkles on my sweet sunset scales, as I yearn for aconite clouds to rain and rehabilitate I still remember the date when doom tore my angel wings, you labelled me a menace with metal lips, transfused my truth with twilight’s tachycardia; I was never diagnosed by diabolical diseases, but your deceptions … a patient, injected with ill-intuitive paranoia, the syringe was never stirred with steroids, but the blood-tied feud of spiteful spirit-hunters. hear me, I won’t surrender; I will never be tamed and taken, O tracheal massacre ~ crush me with cold calm, but my ribs will remain a wildflower requiem ~ for lungs that slumber within ambrosial echoes of asthmatic endlessness ... Lord Poseidon ~ of poetic seas, rescue me from the mayhem of this helpless mermaid, be the medicine for the blackmagic karma ~ that I cease to forget; tonight, I lament to escape these lands of loneliness, be plucked from the orbs of purple-gold orchids ~ the grave of insensitive ghosts because ~ I am better away, buried beneath blurred benevolence ~ of soul's bliss , bleeding butterfly blues ~ b r e a t h l e s s ~...
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