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Poems of Dread

I’ve tried to escape this hideous doppelganger

Manufactured from descent

Soft war horns echo in my antechamber

I will fight no more, forever

Did the right thing;

Towed the line

Certainty was guaranteed

But its false promise reared up

Arms without use are limbs for spiders

Enveloping, choking, swallowing whole

In this dark house, wax figurines

Stand beautiful & awful, melting

A steam in constant flux

Solid, liquid, solid, liquid

Never the right temperature to escape these states

Never the right flavor to satisfy these lips

Thought there was strength enough to pull me through

I was wrong

I was so wrong.

I am odious

The cache of damage is forever unsettling

Brilliant blind eyes can only hear its tale

No matter, they float in their own black mire

Sunken by time and light

The Five Pillars

My song is a contradiction

I’ve readied the knights at their breastwork

O’ fortunate souls

Give me thine cave from which to live in

Does better served;

befit just deserved?

Or are a harried pair of paddles

More fit to the curved

Τι έχω κάνει (what I’ve done)

Fear in its keenest sense has slew me

Fast to the sleep

Apex

At first I was lost, but now I am found

Maybe not at first, but surely at some point along the way

What have I discovered?

The mind is my erogenous zone

Stimulate it, and it will in turn stimulate you

I sat in slow, thick death for years

Rotting fruit on my tree of life

Falling, drooping, numbed

Recant this lot and spell again

A morbid life, will not

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