Paranoiac Poems - Poems about Paranoiac

...Midtone grey surrounds what’s left of a man’s soul Scenes of biblical abominations troll Inky are the hellish horizons appalled An okay is needed for anything at all Manipulating truth determin......

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...I poison myself to endure the torments of my clairvoyant mind, A journey littered with catastrophes and irreversible scars. I chase nightmares I will find in hell, My face drowned in the fleeting ......

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...There was a sickly tree In a barren clearing In a burning country On a mourning day. A wild crown of branches Haloed by concentric rings; A rising wave of spires and spindles lash......

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...Lachrymal layers within the Abyss of love’s laments that reminisce Upon the edge a barbarous bliss which began with the eternal kiss Where serpentine shadows swell and the jaded jackals joyousl......

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...Man, it just doesn’t pay to try and live in the day. Crazy full up, crisper, sharpest with an undepleted uranium core, burning burning burning, knowing it’s all **** and nobody pays attention, “quiet......

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...You View Me Arrogant- Beholding My Values Bullish. I’m A Problem Inevitable- Only In The Eyes Of The Foolish A Philosopher, In The Thoughts Of The Wise, For I Refuse To Take A Step Before I Think ......

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...The cloud is set to cry Thunder rumble A sunday in RCCG Drummer boy in spiritual malapropism Members of choir malaguena(- ing) Blue, purple and scarlet yarn floating in the temple A chest-piece in ......

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...Oh, lordy! The nuts are at it again. Their paranoiac claims abound today. Oh! So often I heard their sick refrains Expounding, predicting the end of days: Armageddon is near! Sinners prepare You......

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...Narcissistic Schizophrenic Paranoiac Everybody loves me the walls are expanding Everybody hates me the walls are closing in Everybody loves me the walls are expanding Everybody hat......

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...You cannot let it drop, the imaginary subtexts, The ideas of reference in each line, each word, Are you so important that it all is meant for you? Or do you know deep down it’s simply too absurd? ......

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...The talk I hear is crazy talk, Peppered with imagined sleights; The words I see are crazy words, Bloody tomes in blackest nights; The points I get are crazy points, Fact and fiction not di......

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