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venom from above piling on ruinously ”take a breath, inhale the impurity, inhale, wait, it takes time to die…” (inevitability) the fickle nights moon passes overhead signaling a reprieve? it’s just a farce… false hope in bathed light beauty that, for an instant, clears my mind but reality can be ignored only so long it’s a count-down to the last moment… pervasive gravity consuming, intent on decimation I feel the pressure mounting my structure is already weak, fractured, fragile it can go on ...

mossy rock cushion, beautiful and treacherous, doesn't bequeath traction. it beckons Come on, they say, come in the air is fine crisp on this bittersweet day of relief transcending pain… but even one step is a perilous journey for the rest of us… I can't help but wonder what it was like to let go. where is the mind, when freedom becomes reality? there's something to see now. new life in death? the suffering at the end of it's presence. no more pain, no more angst but where are you? Are you ha...

I’ll never be made right again never to feel whole just another lost soul yearning to feel filling the holes with chemicals that never last they run their course only to make the crevice expand what can I do, pretend that I’m all right? there is no question… I feel death encroaching the shell of my body may wander the earth many years to come but already inside I’ve died and been revived many times… now I fear permanence because I can’t take anymore nothing will heal the wounds inflicted tear...

Stashed away, concealed in the shadows. Hidden from eyes that find themselves peering in, all glazed over. (but you don’t see me…) Stumbles and slurs disguise endearment. It was there, it still is… I fear not for long, for the shadows dance will inevitably push away your pupils, and light will fail. The darkness ravages all that’s left, swarming in as vultures will when weakness is apparent. I wont recognize their presence as they gorge themselves on what life is left, until there’s nothing b...

Stashed away, concealed in the shadows. Away from eyes that find themselves peering in, all glazed over. (but you don’t see me) Stumbles and slurs disguise endearment. It was there, it still is… I fear not for long, for the shadows dance will inevitably push away your pupils, and light will fail. The darkness will ravage all that’s left, swarming in as vultures will when weakness is apparent. I wont even recognize their presence, or be aware of the impending doom of taking on this world away ...