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Stumbling through a mess of matted cortisol and adrenaline, the ground beneath me fell out as the sun bounced from sprung out and back from under the horizon. Collapsing in on it self as the pressure folds my lungs twisting joints and plying with flesh. The rocks chews me like gum untill its jaw got tired, waiting for Teras hands to reach in and help her spit me out.

( ~ pt.6)

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I want to end my life and I want it to be just that.

No funeral.

No memorial.

Just a release from the false pretenses of care.

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I’m playing your game by your rules, so shut the fuck up and sit pretty when you lose.

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Writhing

I carry anger towards you, not for any sensible reason.

I carry anger towards you, not because you hurt me.

I carry anger towards you, because you have an arsenal of emotions yet you wield your anguish like the rifle of a marksman.

I carry anger towards you, not for wildly pointing your rifle at anyone who dares harm you.

I carry anger towards you, because you continue to suffer at your own hands, like a pathetic dog behind a gate you bark, you howl, you snarl.

I carry anger towards you, not for being entrapped in a mechanism that goes far beyond our comprehension.

I carry anger towards you for your bewildering stillness when released from the gates that once held you to your supposed burdens.

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Pursuit

The cross I carry doesn’t belong to me, the burdens I bear were shared with me by the weak and mindless.

I wore the albatross across the vast sea, the feeble mass had not cared for they were meek and spineless.

The secrets I hold will be buried along side me, the coffin door will remain shut, but a single coffin nail will reside by me. As my essence may leek aimlessly into the peat, may I remind the careless of what yestermen did seek.

The grand graces of grandiose gods and gallant golden goddesses.

The deceitfully decadent destructive demonstrations of demonic divination and devilry.

The euphoric ever-changing enchanted envelopment of evanescent eldritch entities.

The privilege of going insane at the hands of your very own ecstasies.

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Grimace

Burning away as the sins of my father encompass me. Lost in a battle where the victor is decided uncertainly. Forced to betray myself for my own sanity. I’m faced with a monster that leaves satan in the utmost glee.

No bounds know the limits I’ve surpassed but the gargoyles that look down know many fallen hero’s of past. They watch over this land, although they seem full of themselves, they have only seen the minds of many who were made into a mad man by such monsters not unlike themselves.

As the massive monster of sin manipulates and manifests a personified face, I see nothing but innocence and ignorance imbued in its place. With my blood running cold in an inferno of pain I refuse to boil over and akin myself to the suffering of my woes as they wash away while I become engulfed in blue flames.

Tempered yet battered I burn through the scoldings and carry on to fight this monster with whom has no purpose nor sensible feeling. Carrying what few blessings I hold close to my heart, I commence my attacks just as swiftly as I did from the start. For I knew what this monster possessed beneath the veils that it embellishes, and for I knew what kinds of suffering this monster desires, and oh so relishes.

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Wading through the mist I find myself in doubt, for two balls of fire gleam to me as I find myself wandering about. The flames jump from the bushes into a tree before crawling back down to throw its paws at me. A wounded leopard among the trees remained between me and the edges of the canopy. But before I could draw a dead man’s rifle, more troops rolled through as the leopard began to stifle. Running back to the bushes that those men pressed through. The leopard let out a such a cry before the soldiers drew. I turned off the lamp before I continued.

( ~ pt.4)

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Kali Ma

I’m trapped within a legend that’s all too familiar yet far too ancient. The stories all align, just like the stars. As the weight of each motion is added onto the next, grinding the Bhavacakra to a halt, I’m left to decide if I can afford to change the future, but what for and for what cost?

Can I spin the wheel ever so slightly, or will I break its reigns and leave no room for sanity?

Must I come to terms with where this wheel has faltered, or will I carve my own path for those like I who wish there lives not be squandered?

As I churn the inner mechanisms within the wheel of life, I pray that it does not cost me my life.

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Butterflies can’t see the color of their own wings but that doesn’t make them any less beautiful.

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With nothing more than gunpowder lighting my way I gathered what remnants of supplies these soldiers had and crawled towards the horizon. Flashes and glows, mortars and fires fell from the sky until I stumbled underneath a canopy and found myself lost in another world estranged from their wars and sequentially mine. Following the sounds of running water I bring myself down to soak the carbide and spark the lamp aflame as I try to make sense of what lies ahead in the shadows of the canopy.

( ~ pt.3)

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The trench continued. For as long as it was, I knew that the depth was still of no concern. As bullets and planes flew by, as dawn turned on to dusk, as tanks collapsed what remained of my chosen path, I rose up to the occasion, for retracing steps would be nothing more than a fools errand.

( ~ pt.2)

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It’s hard to feel like enough when your world revolves around the hungriest of all for each sin, especially when you’ve had more than enough of your fair share of feeding their bottomless appetites

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We’re never as bad as we’ve made each other out to be we just need to, to justify how badly how bad everything feels and how we feel forced to treat people similarly regardless of intention.

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Stuck in a world where

loyalty is just a tattoo,

love is just a quote,

happiness is a myth,

and being fake is a lifestyle

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If you can’t accept all of it, none of it’s real.

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I continue to march along this beaten path. What was once a trail amidst valleys and hills has been reduced to nothing more than a trench in the middle of an ongoing battlefield. I still march for I know I will reach the end of this trench. Will the trench rise to another trail of meadows and birds, or will it continue to go deeper as I reach the doors of a bunker?

( ~ pt.1)