And They Call Me Legion!?
The umbilical cord
Of surreals reality....
Mercilessly attached
To this shuddered room child
Inceptions twin, of the truly unwished for!?
Choked upon its arrival, incessantly
Into this third worlds realm
Destined, for pathos brain damaged
Behind these painted red doors
Of soon to be, delivered....
Atop this crumbling winding staircase, of woe!?
Bolted, inside the walls of biles chambers
Their manical screams resounding
Throughout the blood rooted bodings
Born, afore this portentously ominous plight....
Such as Poe's, "House of Usher"
This prevailing pervading phantom, of personified!?
Reflections of a shackled and gnashed life; trapped
Beneath the flesh of a lost souls, solleret sublime
Subliminal subjectives hypnotized, by the twenty faces of
Icosahedrons lineage....
Mangled through the vines of conceived
The begotten of the begets, concubine of death
Benedictions decree, of deliriums deliverer of these times!?
Portents passage, profoundly embedded within countless lives
And again like Poe, "all they loved, they loved alone"....
These morbid etchings of surreals reality, mercilessly attached
To the umbilical cord of another shuddered room child
Bolted inside, the prophetically red painted confines, of biles chambers
Broken glass and gushing wounds, as they screamed, among the tombs!?
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And they call me, "Legion"....
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