straight jacketA Poem by joshua deathdealer06/2011
I'm a thespian in my own phantasmagoria
a runner in this marathon of subconsciousness slowly weaving this tale of sycophancy I am my own tragedian on the stage of my mind a artist of mass self destruction painting horrors on the canvas of my insides I am the creator of this ornament of affliction a architect designing this projection of a fiasco building these walls to contain utter obscurity how I wish I could awake from this chimera that these spawned malignant spirits would release me to what remains of this disintegrated existence but I can't come back to reality the bars of this dream are to strong illusion had become my actuality this vagueness is now my verity
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Added on June 5, 2011Last Updated on June 7, 2014 Tags: straight jacket, dark, horror Authorjoshua deathdealerCasket City, FLAbout"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more..Writing
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