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The weakening arrived in time These malfunctions weren't great enough to compel you But the day has come It's something you cannot shake We all ha..

Our dramatist's record of dissoulution Is the work of his scimitar inked in blood Deafening compression, the exploit of mania To chronicle the warf..

Blistering in my eyes Blistering in my skull Heated congestion pouring from the clouds Torrential euphoria, under breathless ecstasy Stringent y..

This is an invasion of the flesh And I'm on the offensive Their triangular arrow-heads rip at splitting ends Like anarchy, they populate, descendin..

There, the body rose in darkness Here, the body is stopped in the headlights Was this of some greater plan? Or some sick joke.

my first poem after a year of wandering the universe for inspiration

The Title has nothing to do with the meaning or actions of the actual poem.

First Poem back...

We've dissolved patience Until mania leaves us these tracks of ghosts This rave reveilles in the unbound infection, dissection souls Only this ..

Now everyone can bury the fate of the world Wheel in this disarray Wheel in these hoary, black bones If only these hands would stay abound My mi..