I live in this continuum,
Where I sit, I scroll, I rot.
This blissful poison hypnotizes me in,
An artifice far deadlier than I thought.
It promises me sweet lies,
Feeding on the pith of my mind.
I grow my own nicotine,
A toxin that turns me blind.
Stronger than any drug it seems,
It drags me out of reality.
I escape to the realms of fractured dreams,
Only to suffer their calamity.
I live in this continuum,
Where my soul resigns to the comfort I crave.
In this abyss I dwell,
I have learned to dig up my own grave.
23/01/25
Taken from the chosen reality, have the locks of the celestial Edens gate been opened by the stained keys of a belladonna bloom, where the palate of its enchanting toxins have been sown as hells ploy, swilled continually as an enriched elixir of a paralyzing elation that's only self serving in its allure, as it can only offer ruin.
Alfredo Gonzales
5/23/2024
Grayanotoxins affect both cardiovascular and respiratory systems. Symptoms include a burning sensation in the mouth and pharynx, anoxia, salivation, emesis, muscular weakness, dimness of vision and bradycardia followed by severe hypotension, respiratory paralysis, coma, and death.
Note.(supari killer goli ya Teka)
Lichen adhered to tree's trunk encrusts its capacity
Patches of debauchery, bumpy story depicts warts
Climb skyward inhibited by extra growth grotesque
A habit steers without cognition, clutched roadmap
Tipple ripples laughter beneath a turbulent fountain
Frantic factory produces smoothly upon first guzzle
Unified aim wastes chaos, pours tranquillity on dust
Pasted nerves pacified stick with visions of Nirvana
Ego free to abandon its cage, street stomp rampage
Drank moderate half bottle is replaceable tomorrow
Appears bearing beseechment of devilish yesterday
A sip didn't administer mist thick enough to sleep on
Thimble begins ruined resolve, vat improving futures
Quantified estatic elation equivalent to liquid imbibed
Reign of rib rub anointing sterilises dried callous cuts
Sun stream runs nude nonchalant in dim changeroom
11th February
Innibriated
Taxes are like toxins
For some businesses!
There's a burning itch beneath the surface of my skin,
A chronic pain in my chest that familiarizes me with a stick from a contaminated pin.
I'm not saying you're a fix...or a drug because you wasn't an addiction I craved,
You're more like poison in my veins that gives me suicidal temptation while I shaved.
When you first appeared to me I thought a dream came true,
But after you made it obvious what you were after you became brand new.
You started haunting my dreams telling lies saying were just friends,
Killing me slowly with false acts as I wished for your wrath to just end.
Your own evil nature obliterated my heart and reformed me into the dark,
My anger grew as I reminisce the games you played as if my heart was an amusement park.
All the fake persona's you undertook no longer affects me and I can't allow you to put me
in such a place,
I forgive you for all the wrongs you dealt by me but for now...I just want you out of my
face...
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