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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I’m dying…I really am And those around me see the forces pushing me out Sticky black outlines me, scratching its way inside I feel like the divided creatures are availing… My heart is failing Is there a worse feeling? I want to find a healing…but the eyes keep closing FACEBOOK masks and seething lies bleeding outwards Murdering personality, some say Words of poetry undeserving recognition Minds are crawling away from me as I reach for warmth Grabbing onto a glob of black I can’t see their real intentions…he needs an intervention The priests won’t stop dunking her in the waters of perversion Spitting open Pangaea, letting them flood its base Things are going so fast…time is ticking disasters A quiet sadness in souls I’ll never know I’ll never come to understand you—I can't look them in the eyes The tumultuous pupils overflow with the blackness…sticking the eyelids together And drying…coagulating… Binding…blinding Only burning flames can lick it away But my fingers are smoldering from the metallic roll of the lighter’s starter The fuel is running too rapidly through my veins Smoky ambience is weathering the skies While Pangaea is depleted…broken The creatures are separated—WE ARE SO MAD AT EACHOTHER Racial content bleeding from the melting wax of our exteriors Brotherhood—merely incestuous wasteland of hornless hornets Empty stomachs moving special organs Singling the heart out… Shifting the lungs that give them airways of achievement My teeth sinking into my cheek I can’t move them…I can’t even speak
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