Hypodermic Journey
Pale moon haunts crimson branched eyes, release’s wandering.
Dream state; intellect sores, determined from increased pondering.
Addicted to uplifted thoughts; trains of misery leaves station.
Thoughts, desires leave as one; imagining the thief’s creation.
Darkened circles, gates of hell, rest below my cloudy vision.
Hollow needle pierced my hollow self with vowed precision.
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My mind sleeps.
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I moan; pleasure, pain, regret. They activate, I am sedated.
Fantasy becomes realest, packed with weight. It slowly fades in.
Themes scrape against my skull, I understand meanings of life.
Images construct themselves, as my heart, seeming so ripe.
I feel as God, atop the clouds. I feel as Satan, in his realm.
I feel as if I had escaped a world straightening for hell.
Goals of meeting my seduction contrast darkness of truth.
Yet I feel the old, it chases me, embarking ‘pon my route;
grasps and holds as I struggle; as demise is face-to-face.
It’s all coming to an ending, like my place in time’s erased.
Structures collapse while my wisdom blackens to a simple dust.
Walking horrid paths; wind soars, as if heaven’s symbol gusts.
Pleasure, it escapes the pores within my fragile, frowning face
Pain, it remains in my heart, as it runs a pounding pace.
Regret, left within my soul, but blinded by temptation.
All murdered; my destinies, beyond compensation.
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My mind wakens.