

AsymmetricHeld in the greedy eyes of hundreds, The gentle hands of another, Each finger a razor of the hand that holds my heart, Each glance pushes me another eternity away. Cold and catatonic. Skeptic. Paranoid, And every step closer, each blind and trusting step, Just drives the dagger deeper.Asymmetric
I am incarnate emotion Crafted to this shape that holds my soul, Resurrected in different form. Like the severed flower, Ornate in lapsing mortality, Words wilting in so much symmetry As any writ before. Anachronism of some ancient embrace, Each a narcissistic deris


SalvationDo I dare and tempt the dragon, In its deep and tranquil slumber, With but a vague and naive notion Of what worlds could lie beneath? In harsh resurrection of a sleeping soul, The dormant fire of the eyes ignites, And my lone torch makes acquaintance With wrath in raging winds. Is Midas' blind vanity worth A half-certain suicide, Stumbling sightless towards the depths? With a haunting familiarity, fear-consumed And avarice-possessed, it seems time To brush away the spiderwebs And traverse the jagged corridors, To enter the haven's blackness once more. &nSalvation


InchEmptiness resounds. Echoes stir and resonate Sinusoidal oblivion, Mute wisdom to unwilling ears. Dead of night, Your ghost won't let me sleep. In the mirror, glints of passion Fail to shine through dirty glass.Inch
A thousand thoughts diffuse And scream in cold dissonance. Devil on my shoulder whispering, Thrusting needles in the heart. This cold construct, frail wireframe, Cannot hold a tired body. In this solace, this madness, This is the irony I feared so long. The sanctity of human emotion, Betrayed by its possessor. And all the


PandoraThe symmetry of earth and sky Blister black and crumble down. Altas' burden taking hold: Naive years now reap their toll.Pandora
Confusion led to love led to Loss led to dark and miserable despair. What for a single day without a care?
A stranger in a strange place, A follower of happenstance. Stranger still, the world ahead, Travesties waiting to be chanced. Blackness beckoned forth my soul, Promising some solace in solitude. Some safe haven, away from the Wretched vexes of truth and pain and love. A blood-stained and battered heart, Among
Living acid trip

and there are dreamsand there are dreamsand there are dreams
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The scent of rain in fading twilight and later yellow moon in purple cloud remind me of
secret, precious, unspoken thoughts
And pale-veined leaves edged with dew new-made in the white-hued dawn tell me that last night\'s pain is unassuaged; and the morning sky is still tear-stained.
Can you prove to me
that love exists? tell me
that \'forever\' and \'only\' will be truth for me? and write those words
on white rose-petals show m
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