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...Festered
By SolApathy
https://youtu.be/vG7CHpRr-sQ
Nemesis of my dreams
Of the silence that always screams
Reminding me of the emptiness I feel
Stabbing the festering wounds never to heal
Duality even in my dreams
As the dawn, it screams
Permifried nightmares
Chaotic incisions of thought
Virtual violence, brought
Bleeding into the real as my sanity
It steals
The tiniest morsel of hope
Even the rope I hung myself by, broke
Bullets in my gun, Fired and nothing comes
Purchased the pills to cure all my ills
I wake up, stomach pumped – My dream killed
Dire breaks as a razorblade it makes
Lines of loss, I push deeper at any cost
In this tub of water and red wine
I dine upon thoughts of a finish-line
I so desperately want to cross
And yet there just isn’t enough blood-loss
I laugh with a prophecy of a future I thought I’d never be
I would cry but alas I am enveloped in my blanket of insanity
Nestled and warm This world knows not of the oncoming storm
I step out into the world, reborn
Thoughts of death and destruction
A maniacal production
Burn to the beat of my drum as I heal...Everyone
Nemesis of my dreams
Of the silence that always screams
Reminding me of the emptiness I feel
Stabbing the festering wounds never to heal
Duality even in my dreams
As the dawn, it screams
Permifried nightmares
Chaotic incisions of thought
Virtual violence, brought
Bleeding into the real as my sanity
It steals
The tiniest morsel of hope
Even the rope I hung myself by, broke
Bullets in my gun, Fired and nothing comes
Purchased the pills to cure all my ills
I wake up, stomach pumped – My dream killed
Dire breaks as a razorblade it makes
Lines of loss, I push deeper at any cost
In this tub of water and red wine
I dine upon thoughts of a finish-line
I so desperately want to cross
And yet there just isn’t enough blood-loss
I laugh with a prophecy of a future I thought I’d never be
I would cry but alas I am enveloped in my blanket of insanity
Nestled and warm This world knows not of the oncoming storm
I step out into the world, reborn
Thoughts of death and destruction
A maniacal production
Burn to the beat of my drum as I heal...Everyone
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© 2020 SolApathy
Published on Saturday, July 25, 2020.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
...Screams play as chords on my guitar...Soon you will share my scarsComments on "...Festered "
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On Tuesday, July 28, 2020, JustAnEarlyBird
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wrote:
These pains are familiar and I relate to your struggles... More than that, your writing is powerful and rich. I look forward to reading more of your work.
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On Saturday, July 25, 2020, Phalanx
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I am a fan.
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