What Was Never Real
Misconceptions from a
polluted mind.
Gathers the pick just to
fight a storm.
What seems to be
normal walking inside
Wonderland.
Was felt but certainly
never real.
Adding the cards that
were dealt.
Divided by the sum of
my fears.
Evens the streams from
my screams.
Tearing through every
seam in my dreams.
Six silver sickles are
covered with blood.
Twisted together with
the broken bones from
my loveless heart.
Insanely unable for a
forward move.
The dead man in the
mirror.
Will be displayed in
time.
I smackface my veins
with a life of poison.
I choose to loose.
I am happy without one
reason.
I am high with my
choices.
I can hear the echoes.
Sounding the noise
from demon voices.
Assured by syringe.
My addiction becomes
my hell.
So I will tell.
I would if I could.
Sell the rites to all four
the seasons.
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