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Voodoo Doll

Burrowed underground like a leper, feeling quarantined against my will.  Seeing through the looking glass, with pupils dialated a weakened structure survives amonsgt the hills. Isolated feeling numb staring at the sky that's pale and bleak, I'm playing hide and seek in a coffin in my mind.  A winter frost warms a decaying heart melting in a frozen hell.  My skin is like a voodoo doll, impaled and ...

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drug poems

Fractured Halo

Capsized once again, the lethargy paints shades of grey around my fractured halo. The disease manifests in a defeatist hourglass. The vortex of quicksand has swallowed me whole, rebirth from the ethos lays my weary head upon a grassy knoll. The Efficacy protrudes through me like a horn summoning the dreaming dead. I'm Caught in a trance the crimson moon unearths the inimitable enigma from this aby...

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poems

Silhouettes

Dissolving into the sun, intrinsic healing flows like a black cloud of epiphany, Swallowing the storm inside grasping the symmetry of caustic pitfalls. Revealing the veil, mending this vessel in infinitesimal portions at a time, lost in the sea of allegories, torching this ship sinking with this lead around my bones a caveat of sinister silhouettes in disarray carry my body in this coffin of malai...

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sun

Lights & Shadows

Turquoise skies refracting off the equanimous golden hue, in the bright fields lighting up amphitheaters behind your dripping eyes. Equilibriums spark as hooded esoteric figures summon rainstorms. The clouds drift closer as you wake, the finite concept of hedge stones obliterate the psyche into a broken mirror by the longing stares of ghostly lovers blowing candles out at their funerals. The resid...

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lights and shadows

The Alchemist (Incinerated Spirit)

The architecture of my heart spread the alchemy of love. The structure of my soul has been weighed down by metaphysical cinder blocks, carried by doves. I venture this twisting path a kin to the roots and branches of a rotten oak tree. The black soot and ashes leave a trail of footprints, as I gaze into the illusion of the past the whispers of my shadow turn over a new leaf, only to succumb to thi...

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soul

Lights & Shadows

Turquoise skies refracting off the equanimous golden hue, in the bright fields lighting up amphitheaters behind your dripping eyes. Equilibriums spark as hooded, esoteric figures summon rainstorms.  The clouds drift closer as you wake, the finite concept of hedge stones obliterate the psyche into a broken mirror by the longing stares of ghostly lovers blowing candles out at their funerals. The res...

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