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By SolApathy
Upon a page of blistered ink
Words fall like a cataclysm
Reflection of my cynicism
Bloodied by dreams
My arteries of ideas, scream
Darkness floods this page
As I, a lone wolf howl in rage
Alone on this stage I feel the crowd, loud
Amplify my desires of self-harm
Blood through razors, I farm
Memories of a distant day
The tears I cannot keep at bay
Crop lines of savage tenacity
As I approach maximum capacity
In this life of complete opacity
Seeing nothing of what is to come
Or is this a vision of what I have
…Become?
Words fall like a cataclysm
Reflection of my cynicism
Bloodied by dreams
My arteries of ideas, scream
Darkness floods this page
As I, a lone wolf howl in rage
Alone on this stage I feel the crowd, loud
Amplify my desires of self-harm
Blood through razors, I farm
Memories of a distant day
The tears I cannot keep at bay
Crop lines of savage tenacity
As I approach maximum capacity
In this life of complete opacity
Seeing nothing of what is to come
Or is this a vision of what I have
…Become?
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Copyright 2021 SolApathy
Published on Monday, May 31, 2021.
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"Poetry"
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